LittleSiss
Sorceress
Who ... Who ... Who ... Gives a hootey hoot!Not really, I haven't got the foggiest clue what the strawberry owl is all about
Who ... Who ... Who ... Gives a hootey hoot!Not really, I haven't got the foggiest clue what the strawberry owl is all about
Not really, I haven't got the foggiest clue what the strawberry owl is all about
I become VERY attentive when eating nuts, but only two at a time. (Gotta watch the figure ya know?)However I deny the mind thingy, the reading was accidental in a moment of inattention brought about by squirrel curiosity and too many nuts at one sitting
as you see we have a doctoral philologist.View attachment 155785
THIS MESSAGE
SERVES TO PROVE
HOW OUR MINDS CAN
DO AMAZING THINGS!
IMPRESSIVE THINGS!
IN THE BEGINNING
IT WAS HARD BUT
NOW, IN THIS LINE
YOUR MIND IS
READING IT
AUTOMATICALLY
WITH OUT EVEN
THINKING ABOUT IT,
BE PROUD! ONLY
CERTAIN PEOPLE CAN
READ THIS.
PLEASE SHARE IF
(YO)U CAN READ THIS.
you're meant to owl with laughter
Both good pics, Admi
Later.....I'm working on my morning coffee now!!!!!!!!!!as you see we have a doctoral philologist.
You guys can nail me later, ok? I, just need coffee in the am?Later.....I'm working on my morning coffee now!!!!!!!!!!
is there an Italian version?
It's not a problem for me in English,
but whether I could make sense even of a French version,
I'm not so sure...
Not right to left! It is used oscan alphabet. But it's very easy to be read! The text is very modern one.that's Old Italic, written right-to-left, I think it's your Cumaean Oscan Luna
Sex began in a Scottish loch!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-29661446
with a fish called Microbrachius dicki
(Yes, I checked the date wasn't April 1st )
well, la dottoressa may say it's easy, but it seems pretty tough to me -
now Luna sent me a crib by PM but I avoided looking at it, honest.
Here's what I've made of it:
Agonia
morire come le allodole assetate
sul miraggio
o come la fuaglia
passato il mare
nei primi cesulgli
perche di volare
non ha piu voglia
ma non vivere di lamento
come un usignolo accecato
And now I'll find the crib
AGONIA
Morire come le allodole assetate
sul miraggio
O come la quaglia
passato il mare
nei primi cespugli
perché di volare
non ha più voglia
Ma non vivere di lamento
come un usignolo accecato
Not too bad, I reckon, I was just baffled by the Q letter.
lovely things happen in northern climes
I would tell an Ebola joke, but ... you won't get it....I've been tied to this b****y cross for years. Somebody could at least tell me a joke to relieve the monotony. If the jokes are funny I'll post more pics of me.