About
Hey, I'm David. As for my school, I attend The University of South Alabama. GO JAGS! Also I am a member of the Jaguar Marching Band, it's a great organization. Phi Mu Alpha owns...
Education
- Tobacconist University
- University of South Alabama
- Mary G. Montgomery High School
Favorite saying
- ""Does the pope wear a silly hat? Of course I want Ice Cream."
- Joe Bowron
"Harvey Dent, can we trust him?"
- Badman
"This is SPARTA!"
- King Leonidas
"I will fart in your general direction!"
- Monty Python: Quest for the Holy Grail
"Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?"
- Gimli, Son of Gloin
"Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east."
- Gandalf the White
"You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow. You shall not pass!"
- Gandalf the Grey
"Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
-Gandalf the Grey
“Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The wind was moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!”
-Dwarves of The Hobbit"
