no bon bons. just terrorist cows.
no bon bons. just terrorist cows.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
Visited:![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
Hmm, boring
I kind of forgot my password months ago....haven't made a new account as yet.....
The horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
I do have a facebook account but only my Mrs uses it to give extra benefits on the games she plays
Curdish terrorist? I herd they were responsible for the udder devastation at Churnoble and they are trying to get their hooves on CUD missiles - apparently they have a beef against the people of Hamburg.
Ahem, anyway, TWorg now says "Awaiting membership confirmation". With no admins, I guess this ain't gonna happen.
This space intentionally left blank
I do and I have more friends than all of you.
I also have super sweet status updates.
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.
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.
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.
Last edited by Husar; 12-01-2009 at 09:09.
![]()
![]()
"Topic is tired and needs a nap." - Tosa Inu
The more people use it, the more money Facebook makes, so it makes sense for them to encourage you to use it as much as possible, meaning that they want you to use it for more than just keeping tabs on far away people.
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.
Bookmarks