I came to think of this, but the mission failed because of my assistant idiot of a barrel or morons, of all the birds to pick for the secret and dangerous mission, can you guess which one he picked?
Ahoy, me hearties. Avast ye, me old salt. Run across the bow ye landlubber or me hempen halter ye necks ye scallywags...hol ye seahorses!?
Blimey! A scurvy dog prone pillaging me lass? Blow me down! A cutlass will sort his neck and as dead men to tell no tales, this rumless seadog to join such crew.
There’s been a third pigeon murder! Only half a block from the first murder. Another speckled one.
Two long tail feathers were torn off and positioned as a cross. It’s definitely leaning towards a serial killer, and one leaving weird religious signs. A magpie was sat up in a birch looking down as I investigated the scene. I have him down as a suspect, as he was doing some sort of psycho laugh sound every now and then, while I was down there.
Its alright CB i know im stuck with it for a while longer, i can cope, ill donate my smile instead because its a real nice one and i want you to have the best..[/quote]
wimmin are those two-legged beings which make up approx. 50% of the population on earth, and 100% of the population on Venus.
They are manufactured mostly during early weekend mornings or late evenings any day of the week, consist of various substances, like honey, salt, water and loads of other. Handy for practicing making out, and making breakfast eggs, and a million other things I won’t go into here.
Have they ever seen a grown man cry when his wife/girlfriend bought him a season ticket to his favourite football team related to no special occasion, just like that?
But just for the sake of fun, a hypothetical question about this heart business….
Imagine you’re on a little boat which is sinking, there’s you, there’s Brad Pitt in his mid 30’s madly in love with you, George Cooney madly in love with you, and then there’s me, age late 80’s, a big hunch on my back, smelly because I never shower, I curse a lot because I have Tourettes Syndrome (that is when I’m not into one of my narcoleptic daily 16 hour spells) I’m frail and most certainly not far off from the grave.
Two of us must be thrown into the water, or lese we all sink. Which two do you throw in?
I already have a beautiful one, so this is no act of desperation, I really do not need one. But seeing how the world is at the moment, I’d rather be safe than sorry. Simply look at the world economy. One minute we were eating five pound stakes with golden cutlery, the next we’re feeding on crackers and lukewarm water. It’s so easy to lose stuff from one day to the other, so I figured, if the bank comes and claims my girl from me, it would be a good idea to have a spare one. Just in case, like.
So, can you donate something? A leg here, a tit there, some hair, someone might donate humour, another charm, grace, cool, wit, you name it, and with some glue, and electric shocks using two customized irons, I’ll be sorted with a reserve.
Anything you can donate. Brag away. However, I’ll have to put you to the test with a (hypothetical) question regarding your donation, just to make sure.
I already have some stuff, so don’t bother with the following: My mothers cooking My sisters sense of keeping the (money) books in a household.
To start with, I’m looking for a pair of nice feet size 4 1/2 (UK), 37 ½ (EUR), 7 (US) It’s the perfect wimman size.
I haven’t read the whole thread, so maybe this has already been mentioned.
A lot of times I think it is about the fear, refusal or incapability to handle grief. Someone else’s grief. The man disappears because he feels ashamed he’s not wanting her and what hurt that might be causing her, so in share stupidity, he simply is lost, causing her even more grief, or grief that wasn’t even there to begin with caused by this behaviour.
It’s a bit like walking about minding your own business in Paris, refusing to watch the news and not really knowing much about where the latest famine is or having to see the pictures of starving, dying children. What you don’t know doesn’t bother you as much.
You should see my beautiful, when she wakes up, with her hair fallen down, covering her face, she peeking through it and greeting good morning in her special voice. That there, is enough for me. Impossible to describe, can only be understood when seen.
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