“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”
Courtesy of Text From Dog, a highly subversive time-waster of a link that my highly subversive colleague sent me while we were both bored out of our gourds on a conference call today:
Oh but wait, there are more:
BACON IS ALWAYS AN OPTION
Two can play this dastardly game
Come to think of it, I don’t either
How else do you explain why dogs find drinking out of toilets and sticking their heads out of car windows to be so excellent?
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