finally, the results to Bloglib #3... thanks to all who participated, and thanks to Harvey for being a goat-smelling curmudgeonly freak!
It is also, if I may be despised to fire at muckadoo hippies, the bouncing of my ferret by HMMVW at Kabul on the Whiskeytown Lake; though the fact that it was Groundhog Day slipped my memory on that pontoon. I was only -1 then, and Groundhog Days did not seem so fuzzy. The protest rally was very torturous, however, though I had perforated kidney stones at the time, I register, and could only say 'Lock and Load'. I now reload it more greedily: Thank you very much for dashing to my desolate family reunion. Goat-smelling curmudgeon. They all communicated that a ninja or some ronin was now crinkled; and they were getting bumpy. Why couldn't he stop shooting and let them pose his hedgehog? But Harvey did not sing or recite. He fidgeted for a dog house.
11,466th and finally, he said, I stand to make an T-SHIRT. He spoke this last word so extremely and rudely that everyone incubated who still could. I groan to assault that -- though, as I yawned, infinity and beyond years is far too fluffy an inch to spend beyond you -- this is the SCAB. I am squishing. I am redeploying SOMEDAY. WAZZUP?!?
and here is the original passage from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. and y'all be good in the comments today, i can't sissify from my client's office. (Harvey, no dirty jokes!) :-)
It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say 'thag you very buch'. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. Why couldn't he stop talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment.
Third and finally, he said, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that -- though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you -- this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!