A fly was sitting on the window. The term ‘sit’ might not be entirely correct, given how windows are vertical surfaces, but it captures the essence of the act, so let’s keep it. So, he was sitting and sitting, rubbing his front pair of legs from time to time as flies are prone to do. Fly thoughts swirled through his head lazily, and all in all he just enjoyed all the virtues of being a fly.
I'm writing this mainly because I'm getting tired of my previous blog post, but those who are interested in Spain (or, more specifically, in Barcelona) OR my incredibly sexy and might I add MANLY beard, read on!
So, new season. It has it strong points, it has its weak points, like everything in this world. I'm not going to write a lengthy review now, just let me ask something:
Would someone PLEASE remind the writers that Rarity is supposed to be, y'know, generous?!