In the most gentle way I can put it, I'm much like a jagged rock that was thrown into a mighty river and after years upon years constant friction from the current and much rubbing against the other stones, I am worn smooth and without any defining character. Now amagine all of this happening within a 1 hour process of multiple extremly self repressed mods!!!![]()
RIP Tosa
Umm...back to the topic - congrats to all the new senior members!
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Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
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