Nacle Snarker: "All of my faith and hope in Blather of Heathens is dashed on the rocks! Its a fake! My languishing heart! How can I go on, having been deceived for so long by these charlatans! You are killing me!"

Blather of Heathens: "I SHOULD KILL YOU--I AM KILLING YOU? Your words are such as ought not to be used: violent, unfeminine, and untrue. They betray an unfortunate state of mind: they merit severe reproof: they would seem inexcusable, but that it is the duty of man to forgive his fellow even until seventy-and-seven times."

Nacle Snarker: "Do forgive me, oh Blather of Heathens. Forgive me, forgive me, I beg you my love."


a random John said... @ October 25, 2005 at 11:50 AM

The snarkernacle should run a photoshop contest featuring a certain Aaron.

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