May the fleas of a thousand camels invade the crotch of the person that ruins your day. And may their arms be to short too scratch
don't make me throw my boot at you, because I will, you grumpy high testosterone driven male
fight for what you believe in,
for if you don't you will be forever fighting against yourself.
Love is relentless, and so am I ;)
I find cures.” Thwackonax moaned. “I don’t find problems, that’s my patient’s part of the job.
What have you done?” Shadow asked her, his eyes alive with fear.
“I dunno, but I wish I hadn't.
I have no use for your body, for within its youth lies a rotten wench already deceased.
Its done.' Penteluck announced and scooped some onto a spoon for Zayne to drink.
'No chance, you first. You're already dead it won't kill you if you drink it.'
Penteluck frowned. 'Zayne I'm already dead, how will you know if it will kill you in the first place?'
She shrugged, 'it helps i guess.