Þvörusleikir - fourth elf made it before the storm.
Tall, lanky lad, likes to lick the cooking spoons...
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Dr. Isis made the 10,000th comment here on Aard earlier today! Flatteringly, she said that I had made half the women on the Internet lose their shit. I simply know not my own strength.
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When I were a lad, we would occasionally get dismissed from school, particularly in early spring, usually at noon.
These were known as "Sun"-days, and were those rare days on which the sun shone in a clear blue sky and the temperatures reached a balmy 10-15 C (50-60F you heathens).
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getting ready for the grand finale,
the eleventh of the elven comes sidling into town
Gáttaþefur
He is well endowed this lad, and his long and sensitive proboscis will sniff out the christmas baking and he will swipe it if he can
he is hoping for some Laufabrauð
nom nom nom