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.
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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Which aspect of purple-ish puppets holding a medicine bottle are to be discussed? Or is it a Texas thang? In which case you'll need to explain/interpret for us Texican-impaired.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
Purple-ish puppets? That's Grimace, mang. Show some respect.
I had no idea site . A hundred thousand apologies.![]()
Still; this might be frontroom fare. Please convince me otherwise.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
How do yall not find this funny?
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.
We have culture?Originally Posted by Strike For The South
I joke! :) It's pretty weird.
I see you bottle and raise you cookie!
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." *Jim Elliot*
pfft The cookie monster aint got nothing on Grimace The man accounts for 34% of McDs billions and billions and he has no heart problems. Grimace pwns the other giant puppetsOriginally Posted by Hosakawa Tito
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've seen bester.
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