What is this?
How can a girl thread steer away from boasting one's own sexual prowess and funny innuendo and go straight to personal hygiene?
For shame.
What is this?
How can a girl thread steer away from boasting one's own sexual prowess and funny innuendo and go straight to personal hygiene?
For shame.
Originally Posted by Drone
Originally Posted by TinCow
Everyone in the frontroom is supposed to die a depressed, friendless virgin
I don't make the rules but I will enforce them
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.
Well, who needs a girlfriend when there is the frontroom?
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
"When the candles are out all women are fair."
-Plutarch, Coniugia Praecepta 46
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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