Þat mælti mín móðir at mér skyldi kaupa fley ok fagrar árar fara á brott með víkingum. Standa upp í stafni, stýra dýrum knerri; halda svá til hafnar, höggva mann ok annan. .............................................................. Thus spake my mother that for me should they buy a barque and beauteous oars to go forth with vikings. Stand in the stern, steer a dear vessel; hold course for a haven, hew down a man or another.
Went to the pub today for the pub quiz. Was awesome. We didn't make it, only the 6th place (out of nine?) but what the hell. I could only contribute with two things: the names of three sexologists (Kinsey, Hirschfeld & Westheimer) and Kitty Genovese. GUESS WHY. I even drank a glass of beer (Strongbow) and a shot glass filled with ... something... fruity tasting. Nice. Afterwards we scribbled animals with our eyes closed - ah the hilarity.
But that wasn't what I was going to say. I found the DB Kinkmeme. Someone requested:
>>>GINYU FORCE ORGY
Nuuuuuuuuuuu. The mental image whyyyyyyyyyyyyy aaarhgjhdjhskdl.