The Vikings are at home crying and cutting themselves to MyChemicalRomance because they can't get over their horribly embarrasing defeat. Fumbled balls belong on the bedroom not in the stadium. With that I ask how you are since it been awhile.
I've been asking myself that same question all winter. I come from the land of ice and snow but alas no Vikings, Van Halen, or Dethmetal bands *shrugs*.
Vikings go nowhere near pants.
-Z
Its either the mild weather or the preponderance of dragons. As to which is the reason, tie a knot in my tail if I know >_> <_<
Plus snow hides bodies, allowing you time to escape.
Was wondering what happened to you Jack.