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... so help me God.
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I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...
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[I did not submit the above] furthermore, I have never told an untruth and sobriety becomes me.
Lord Byron presented this haiku to his mistress on the eve preceding his death:

Some night I'll whisper
[I Love You] posthumously
Just to hear you scream
[GUFFAWS!!!]
I am a man of constant sorrow.
I keep my genitals in a jar of formaldehyde.
Never accept strong drink from Tuj, especially if there is an olive in the glass.
Penguins will run on lemon juice if fish are unavailable, although their mileage will be reduced.
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