I should have learned my lesson not to enjoy these events, but today is The Best Day because I just scratched Hawkeās ears and he kicked at the ground with his foot.
So. With the very present danger that exists in our lives here (you know, of turning into foods or pets), Iāve decided what Iād like on my grave marker should I die. In keeping with the noble tradition of the Dirty Limerick, I present my epitaph:
Here lies a pirate called Izzy
Who could make man or woman feel dizzy
She had a great rack
And could lead an attack
And nevār passed up a chance to get busy.
Whatās yours?
[ooc; the one about the epitaph]