Post by zeratulluke on Nov 24, 2006 23:27:14 GMT
Stopping at the door, he turned around, pulling a piece of paper from his backpack, "Oh yeah, almost forgot".
Unscrolling paper he read, "Sing us a song of Ron Burgundy...who hailed from a city of sun. He was quickwith a qoute and could never quite mope. Stay Classy was his, cup o' tea. .... ....
... ...
Breathing, he continued, "Oh and there! At the battle of Blackmoore...was Ron's Finest!...Greatest...a star....And should they rise, well dammnit my friend.
Ron, will be there to the end. Sing, my friend, for its killing me...How I could do naught for a man. Who was a fighter, a poet, a lover and God. All with such hair, it...would...gleam..."
He tacked it to the wall, "Meh, found it" and was gone.
Unscrolling paper he read, "Sing us a song of Ron Burgundy...who hailed from a city of sun. He was quickwith a qoute and could never quite mope. Stay Classy was his, cup o' tea. .... ....
... ...
Breathing, he continued, "Oh and there! At the battle of Blackmoore...was Ron's Finest!...Greatest...a star....And should they rise, well dammnit my friend.
Ron, will be there to the end. Sing, my friend, for its killing me...How I could do naught for a man. Who was a fighter, a poet, a lover and God. All with such hair, it...would...gleam..."
He tacked it to the wall, "Meh, found it" and was gone.