I have this friend, see. His name, well, for reasons of secret identites and all that, we’ll call him Oloran. Oloran is a wildman. He parties till he can’t stand up. He drinks like a FISH. And he hates typing on the internet. See, when he instant messages or some such like that, he gets all flabergasted because he’s an easy target for brow beating.
After moments of this he will lapse into songs about Barney and the Care Bears and sternly refuse to partake of any conversation.
Why am I sharing this? Well, becuase I’m bored, and because Ant….I mean Oloran, won’t talk anymore. So you folks have to put up with it. Like that’s even the least bit interesting.