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Nancy
- Mumbai, India
- Last Record: 2013-05-18 14:08:37 +0200
- Joined: Feb 07, 2011
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Florence wasn't much of an inventor, Although he thought he was He was consumed with all things scientific Though he contributed nothing to its cause
He dressed up like a superhero Thinking his inventions would help mankind With his tool belt as his loyal sidekick Together, they rode on a machine he designed
It was a weird contraption A time machine 'twas meant to be Now he could travel back in time Or to the future possibly
People thought Florence was an eccentric But he was harmless, so they just let him be He regaled the children with stories of his adventures And how he often met Einstein for a cup of tea
Of course, Florence never journeyed anywhere But the others didn't want his enthusiasm to stop So they didn't tell him that his time machine Was actually a rocking chair with a box on top..
Inspired by kibs' illustration :) |
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I was asked on Etsy to make a sock doll of either MattConley or Dr Gory. To be honest, I was going to decline because I've never ever made a sock person. But then I thought about it and decided to give it a try. I chose Dr Gory because it would be quite challenging to make his facial features.
After much tweaking and running versions past DianeFT, I finally finished the sock doll.
@Dr. Gory, I hope you approve!
P.S. It's been ordered already ;D
Psst! Available here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/119759085/dr-gory-sock-doll :D
So many great pics were uploaded just after the show.
If I've missed a resource, please let me know!
:D
So many images to choose from. Thank you everyone for the awesome photos :D
P.S. There are 47 pics used here!
All in one place. I'm sure I'll be adding to them!
Training was extremely dull yesterday, so I sat at the back of the class and made this ;)
Here's the link to the original picture: http://t.co/7QvjE7p3
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This morning, near my fireplace, I found a hat and scarf in a puddle of water I think my snowman committed suicide.... |
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Whenever I enter a dark room, my shadow doesn't follow me.
I think it's afraid.. |
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I came back from work, do you know what I found Death lying on my couch, lazing around He had unbuckled his pants and kicked off his shoes He told me to go and get him some booze |
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