Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Vincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises

but at least I stay the same shape all month, no offence meant.'
'You're asking for a bite.'
'Oh, yeah,' bite, maybe just a nibble—'
'Shut up.' At least you've got a lady friend, Carrot had said. As if there was something on his mind . . .
'A quick lick, even—'
'Shut up.'

'This unrest is all Vetinari's fault,' said the Duke of Eorle. 'The man has no style! So now, of course, we have a city where grocers have as much influence as barons. He even let the plumbers form moaned Gaspode. 'Yeah, you'll bite me. Aaargh. Oh, yes, that'll really worry me, that will. I mean, think about it. I've got so many dog diseases I'm only alive 'cos the little buggers are too busy fighting among 'emselves. I mean, I've even got Licky End, and you only get that if you're a pregnant sheep. Go on. Bite me. Change my life. Every time there's a full moon, suddenly I grow hair and yellow teeth and have to go around on all fours. Yes, I can see that making a big difference to my ongoing situation. Actually,' he said, 'I'm definitely on a losing streak in the hair department, so maybe a, you know, not the whole

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