wow.
lots of drama here.
i'm glad everyone is having so much fun.
am i a ruffian? i'm sorry. my government mandated tranquilizer prescription just ran out and i'm never going back....
actually, if you like lugnoor, you can come to my part of town and find out what a real ruffian is(not me or anyone here). as far as i have seen, no one has wished you or anyone else any mental or physical distress, pain or harm, far from it! i will admit to being somewhat confused as to what, exactly, you are distressed by. i am also confused as to the exact point of this thread, not that i mind in the least, seeing as this is an off-topic forum(any b$ that is not Scope). are you French? are you Welsh? are you a former planetz poster who has come here to troll because of a grudge that i don't comprehend?
`Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); `now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). `Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can; --but I must be kind to them,' thought Alice, `or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.'
And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. `They must go by the carrier,' she thought; `and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look!
Alice's Right Foot, Esq.
Heartrug,
Near the Fender,
(with Alice's Love).
Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'
Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.