On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
I can attest Strike is circumsized, I have seen so myse....erm...or so he said so himself one day.
Although one can question if 'Strike jr.' is accurately described by any word containing the word 'size' in it.
Mucho compensation, los muscles grandes.![]()
Ahh, but is it a kosher circumcision sanctioned by a Rabbi? If not he'll probably have to do it again. shouldn't hurt much...![]()
Last edited by Hosakawa Tito; 12-02-2010 at 00:37.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." *Jim Elliot*
Well, in cases where the convert is already circumcised, all the rabbi does is prick it.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
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Some piously affirm: "The truth is such and such. I know! I see!"
And hold that everything depends upon having the “right” religion.
But when one really knows, one has no need of religion. - Mahavyuha Sutra
Freedom necessarily involves risk. - Alan Watts
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.
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
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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