is this the same centurion i met in sydney? or am i mixing ppl up?
is this the same centurion i met in sydney? or am i mixing ppl up?
We do not sow.
Centurion, so your Ex insults you, and you go and beat up someone else? Unless you left something out, her current BF had nothing to do with her snarky remark, so did not deserve your "attention". Are you a bad person? I don't know you well enough to say, but what you did was bad.
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Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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nah nah, STFS said it better than Gregoshi.
We do not sow.
Bad judgement call, Cent. Better to laugh in her face than get jammed up with the legal ramifications of physical assault. You would be the aggressor in this case, and would have no legal *ie self-defense* leg to stand on. Channel the anger, take it out on a heavy bag at the gym.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." *Jim Elliot*
*giggles*
He tough little boy!
Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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Not a bad person
Just an immature punk kid
Keep hitting people becuase some girl whom you used to have sex is being vindictive. You'll eventually get stabbed. If this incident happend somewhere that isn't the self contained enviroment of college that's probably what would've happened.
Toattly alpha bro
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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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