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Skjáborđiđ
Mánudagur, 09. janúar 2006
Skipti um skjáborđsmynd í kjölfariđ.. "Oh come now Prince Philip. Why so melancholy? A glorious future lies before you - you, the destined hero, of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold - King Stephan's castle. And in yonder top most tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate - why, 'tis the self-same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love with "loves' first kiss"! And prove that "true love" conquers all! AHAHAHAHAHA! " Og helvítis kerlingin hefur rétt fyrir sér! "Sönn ást".. virđist ekki túskildings virđi í ţeim heimi sem viđ lifum í. Eldur fór um ćđar mér og langar leiđir sást.. Kjaftćđi. Maleficent má segja hvađ sem hún vill. Ég trúi samt ađ sönn ást sé til. Mér finnst hún ćđisleg.. en ég ţarf samt ekkert ađ vera sammála henni. Iss...
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