*@$^!, that's a huge piece of skull!
Crazed Rabbit
*@$^!, that's a huge piece of skull!
Crazed Rabbit
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
Wow, unlucky/lucky guy.
is that what "giving someone a piece of your mind" really mean?
*sorry....couldn´t resist*![]()
"If given the choice to be the shepherd or the sheep... be the wolf"
-Josh Homme
"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"
- Calvin
Ouch. Unless I misunderstood my Biology teacher, I'm pretty sure you need your skull.
Co-Lord of BKS and Beirut's Kingdom of Peace and Love.
"Handsome features, rugged exteriors, intellectual chick magnets, we're pretty much twins."-Beirut
"Rhy, where's your helicopter now? Where's your ******* helicopter now?"-Mephistopheles.
Wow, I have to say I'd keep the chunk of skull too.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
WOW! That's pretty big. I thought it was only a small piece of his skull.
My name is Asinius Commodus, son of the Eagle.
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Fellow of the Seven Legendary Writers (but got kicked out)
KoW: Erm, LLB, Asinus means 'ass' in Latin
LLB: Really? All the better for a story of how an ass became a great leader is alwasy a bestseller.
Bet he doesn't wanna bang his head in the morning.
GARCIN: I "dreamt," you say. It was no dream. When I chose the hardest path, I made my choice deliberately. A man is what he wills himself to be.
INEZ: Prove it. Prove it was no dream. It's what one does, and nothing else, that shows the stuff one's made of.
GARCIN: I died too soon. I wasn't allowed time to - to do my deeds.
INEZ: One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.
Jean Paul Sartre - No Exit 1944
we have helmetsOriginally Posted by Big King Sanctaphrax
The science student in me is utterly fascinated. I guess my kind are ghouls.
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