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.
I fail at this. Despite having no life, numerous opportunities have still presented themselves to me without any effort of my own, and I still can't do it.
At the end of the day politics is just trash compared to the Gospel.
Same here Rhy. Half the time I chicken out, and the times I do man up (more then you think), they not interested. So it's like, whatever.
Move with grace! Move with confidence! Move with...
yeah, you probably should not listen to me...
TosaInu shall never be forgotten.
I am a bit of a chick-magnet I'm the one that gets aproached, only flirt back and it usually stays at that unless I actually like them, never go for them myself it's not in my nature to do so. If I would see the love of my life I would be clueless on how to aproach her.
ofcourse they come to you... those poor chicks rely on you to give them food and that you are so damn evil that you would have these innocent chicks trade food for sex says something bout you and your perverted society!!!
how can u do that to something this cute???
We do not sow.
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