Altogether, sign, loser, and we’re done.
Mountain God of the Quechuan
Those who attend to battlefield injury
Measuring 4 ft wide x 4ft high x 8 ft long
Turn out the light.
Altogether, sign, loser, and we’re done.
Mountain God of the Quechuan
Those who attend to battlefield injury
Measuring 4 ft wide x 4ft high x 8 ft long
Turn out the light.
Last edited by Gaberax; 12-15-2008 at 05:27 AM. Reason: Solved by Maturins_Daughter!!!
Grrr...
Apu?
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Those who attend to battlefield injury Medic?
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
All I can think of for the last one is "darken," but obviously one or more of my guesses are wrong because "Apu medic cord darken" doesn't make any sense....
MEDIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn of the lights. Douse?
Chord + Douse = Courthouse. *Shrugs*
Maybe Medic cord = medicaid...just a thought.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
We just keep banging away!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
"Altogether, sign, loser, and we’re done."
Kinda sounds like an official surrender ceremony.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
"Turn out the light."
The Party's over.
Fade to Black.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Appomattox Courthouse
Not sure on the spelling, but ... yeah
Yes, Maturins_Daughter, you get by with a little help from your friends, eh?
A fully-defeated goose to you.
Altogether, sign, loser, and we’re done. Appomattox Courthouse
Mountain God of the Quechuan Apo (or Apu)
Those who attend to battlefield injury Medics
Measuring 4 ft wide x 4ft high x 8 ft long Cord
Turn out the light. Douse
Thank you all for playing!
Grrr...
Damned fine riddle, sorry I missed it....you got another one my friend?
The answer is within
all matter is energy, all energy is GOD
We all seem to have similar work habits
The answer is within
all matter is energy, all energy is GOD
Oh, if only! Then I'd have to quit mine to work on figuring them out full-time!
Elodin: "Tombs is for feckless twits who can't chew their own food. My boy's a Re'lar! He has the feck of twenty men!"
Kvothe: “Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.”
Simmon: ”It’s just ointment in case you get burned...but if you mix it with piss, it turns into candy.” Sim’s expression was deadpan. “Delicious candy.”
And mine as Carrie Underwood's panties!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.