Babe thread is so pointless. Trust me i like my women scantily clad too , but thats what the rest of the internets for. Or my local swimming pool.
i just had the AWESOMEST night EVER!
ok so a good chunk of my friends, about 20 of them, mostly girls, surprise me at the local pizza joint.
we then head to the ice cream parlor, and then head to a friends place and watch The Hangover.
now the really hot girl i like was sitting next to me throughout, from the pizza place to the movie.
it was awesome.
then we spent an hour afterwards privately discussing another couples' breakup, which was sad because we had a part in setting them up in the first place.
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
baby steps, meth, baby steps.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
positive. why?
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
Wait? which point did you consume vast amounts of alcohol? I seem to have missed it.
It is a strange land you live in
is that how yall party in georgia. geez don't forget to leave room for the lord you party animals.
By pizza you mean booze and by sitting next to you mean diddiling
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Canoodling
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!Originally Posted by North Korea
Haha! Man that made me laugh. It is truely an experience that requires the liquid courage (but not too much otherwise we're creating a Catch 22 problem).
belated birthday kiss. score!
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
duh.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
dont worry, we were in school so nothing more than that. plus the principal was right around the corner.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
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It's your eighteenth for crying out loud! An awesome birthday party should include waking up the next morning with a pounding head and partial memory loss.
- Four Horsemen of the Presence
My 18th birthday consisted of my mom and I, and like a giant bottle of soda :/
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!Originally Posted by North Korea
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
*facepalm*belated birthday kiss. score!
Go ask Alice.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." *Jim Elliot*
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