I have friends like Kendra, fun to be around but with absolutely no filter.
At least they’re honest. Little kids are often that way. It can be embarrassing or even frustrating, but it’s honest. Sometimes the emperor has no clothes.
What was it Johnny Cash said?
“Take me not to those who write your laws, for they will lie. Take me instead to those who write your songs, for they will not.”
Musicians can also have few filters.
They’re not tights.
Vachel is wearing tights. Tiny, tiny tights, to cover those tiny, tiny feathers on those tiny, tiny vulture legs. It’s not a sight for children or the impressionable, which is why his tunic is XXL to hide them. Kendra happens to be getting an “up-tunic” view, so she can comment on their appearance. It’s also why Scotsmen shouldn’t stand around in trees.
Kendra, that’s snot funny *snerk*
I am that friend. My friends have learned, around me, not to inhale too deeply. >Hums ‘Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,’ holds up picture of cancerous lung<
“You should say you’re from Snottingham!”
Actually, that’s pretty close to historically correct.
Heh, that’s totally precious… dons pedantic robes, mortar board and glasses
When it fell under the rule of a Saxon chieftain named Snot it became known as “Snotingaham”; the homestead of Snot’s people (Inga = the people of; Ham = homestead).
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