pot brownies and loose women. Oh and all of this is done in clogs and then at some point they put them outside and Santa Claus stuffs them. Which leads me to belive the Dutch get the short end of the stick on Christmas. Santa must be a Belgian.
pot brownies and loose women. Oh and all of this is done in clogs and then at some point they put them outside and Santa Claus stuffs them. Which leads me to belive the Dutch get the short end of the stick on Christmas. Santa must be a Belgian.
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.
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