Lounge Lizard Hell!!

[MAC]

yes, Mellon! Especially Stringy's hair!! What's up with that?? Thank for for making the (disturbing) image in my mind a reality! I am not worthy!! ;D

[STRINGY]

LMAO,LMAO!!!!

OK MELLON, YOU NEED TO BOOK THE SERPANTS!!..SEE MAC FOR DETAILS....

[sweetie]

author MAC "Sweetie, I honestly believe just waking up in the morning gets you going!"

Pretty much Mac, ..pretty much. Envious, are we? ;D

[MAC]

actually, yes Sweetie!! But it doesn't take much of a spark to light my fire, either!

[Barrow-wight aka MELLON]

No performance for tonight ? No bedtime story ? Impossible !

Bedtime in Heorot


Went then to her place. -- That was proudest of feasts;

flowed wine for the warriors. Wyrd they knew not,

destiny dire, and the doom to be seen

by many an earl when eve should come,

and Hrothgar homeward hasten away,

royal, to rest.

The room was guarded

by an army of earls, as erst was done.

They bared the bench-boards; abroad they spread

beds and bolsters. -- One beer-carouser

in danger of doom lay down in the hall. --

At their heads they set their shields of war,

bucklers bright; on the bench were there

over each atheling, easy to see,

the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear,

the corselet of rings.

'Twas their custom so

ever to be for battle prepared,

at home, or harrying, which it were,

even as oft as evil threatened

their sovran king. -- They were clansmen good.

THEN sank they to sleep. With sorrow one bought

his rest of the evening, -- as ofttime had happened

when Grendel guarded that golden hall,

evil wrought, till his end drew nigh,

slaughter for sins.

'Twas seen and told

how an avenger survived the fiend,

as was learned afar. The livelong time

after that grim fight, Grendel's mother,

monster of women, mourned her woe.

She was doomed to dwell in the dreary waters,

cold sea-courses, since Cain cut down

with edge of the sword his only brother,

his father's offspring: outlawed he fled,

marked with murder, from men's delights

warded the wilds. --

There woke from him

such fate-sent ghosts as Grendel, who,

war-wolf horrid, at Heorot found

a warrior watching and waiting the fray,

with whom the grisly one grappled amain.

But the man remembered his mighty power,

the glorious gift that God had sent him,

in his Maker's mercy put his trust

for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe,

felled the fiend, who fled abject,

reft of joy, to the realms of death,

mankind's foe.

And his mother now,

gloomy and grim, would go that quest

of sorrow, the death of her son to avenge.

[mary]

Hey....good work in my absence Jana! you are great! what cute boys...wow...just 4 as the Vixen....