Ami bidrohi! I the rebel warrior I have risen alone with my head held high I will only rest When the cries of the oppressed No longer reach the sky When the sound of the sword of the oppressor No longer rings in battle Hear my warcry!
WFO-That face implies the bottle is destined for something nonstandard. Woddy:to smash in her old face WFO-You went to a dark place there friend. --- JT - I've arguably been to a worse wedding. There was a cash bar