tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968925106911152545.post6319873272820052906..comments2023-09-30T03:16:49.056-07:00Comments on Tiny Theatre: Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 7ArtSparkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875996639432864367noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968925106911152545.post-74257349608512747692009-06-09T15:01:56.733-07:002009-06-09T15:01:56.733-07:00maybe the bubble was all her hair floating...maybe the bubble was all her hair floating...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968925106911152545.post-78588649693011846492009-06-08T22:26:27.714-07:002009-06-08T22:26:27.714-07:00I love the big hair look you gave her.
From whi...I love the big hair look you gave her. <br /><br />From which you'll gather correctly I'm lacking the essential amino acid for tragedy this morning. I see the word 'drowned' and read 'drownded' as in:<br /><br />- She drownded?<br />- Totally drownded. With a bubble on her head.<br /><br />See? Lacks decorum. Next thing you know, the kid will be reborn a water nymph and start a daisy chain production line called 'Singing Brooks and Watery Graves'.<br /><br />Ophelia she be drownded? yea, drownded. (I'm working on my tragic affect.) Drownded? yea, drownded...mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15912364908606799053noreply@blogger.com