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Bard, Smard. I Want A Fighter.
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Bard, smard. I want a fighter.
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Stealth Fighter? I'll believe it when I see it!
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 68...
To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...
It's an old, seedy, run-down gymnasium on the lower West Side catering to young and old boxers.
Amidst the yelling, the smell of fighters sweating, punching bags and each other, one of the boxers comes over to his corner following three rounds of heavy hitting and says to his manager, "I really want a shot at the kid, Kid Jackson....
A bard with a 10 charisma. Not good.
Play it again, bard.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 3, Line 12...
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...
Never ask a bard to play the banjo.