Looks dead even so far.
To the left
To the right
Straight down
Gah!
Re: Which way does it point?
Looks dead even so far.
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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Re: Which way does it point?
I'm to fat and it's to small.
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.
Re: Which way does it point?
So you have an innie?
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pinten
Down with dried flowers!
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Re: Which way does it point?
At least you have one my current girlfriend doesn't have one at all
Re: Which way does it point?
I'll laugh if "she's" a "beard."
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pinten
Down with dried flowers!
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Re: Which way does it point?
More like a mullet we joke at times, common it got lumps and it isn't a camel I am not nearly that strange. Do I need to remind that some people here love camels.
I'll laugh if "she's" a "beard."
Re: Which way does it point?
Camels are watching you.
Re: Which way does it point?
It depends. Am I scared or cold?
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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