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Poor boy, he'll realise one day.
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Wow, I wish my life was like yours...
Abandon all hope.
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So a girl asks you for a pen therefore she's hitting on you?
Also, In before SFTS makes your post look weak.
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"A lamb goes to the slaughter but a man, he knows when to walk away."
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I too have suffered from this problem.
It's called and ego. It gets you nowhere.
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My initial reactionOriginally Posted by Fragony
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I can't wait for university.
Ja mata, TosaInu. You will forever be remembered.
Proud
Been to:
Swords Made of Letters - 1938. The war is looming in France - and Alexandre Reythier does not have much time left to protect his country. A novel set before the war.
A Painted Shield of Honour - 1313. Templar Knights in France are in grave danger. Can they be saved?
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MM, you go bro!
Dont let less fortunate people drag you down :)
Put on a ski instructor jacket and watch the real magic begin... You know, not just glances, but girls slipping their hotel room number down your pocket when no one is watching :)
Another highlight would be learning from the mother where her daughter got her skills from...
Or when you and your friends compete in how many you can get in a night (answer is 3, but only cause little sergeant Kadagar would not stand to attention any more).
Hmmm.... Now I miss being single... :(
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God this thread is full of unintentional comedy.
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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I agree completely.
Reading Kadagar's post is hilarious.
I wonder if he realises why...
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FIFY
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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