Dear Texan,
Is it true you were the 2nd gunman on the grassy knoll?
Dear Texan,
Is it true you were the 2nd gunman on the grassy knoll?
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." *Jim Elliot*
Dear Texan,
Why do fat women wear tight clothes, and why do thin women refuse to take off their clothes?
Sincerely,
A People Watcher.
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.
Dear Texan,
When I was a young boy my mother took us to the A&P, there we encountered a man who almost ingested "quiche." However, just before taking a bite of thefree sample he had lifted up, the gentleman questioned the server as towards the food's identity. Upon being told that it was, indeed, a "quiche", he returned it back on the table, and informed the woman,
"Ma'am, I'm from _Somewhere_ Texas, and in _Somewhere_ Texas real men do not let 'Quiche' touch their lips."
Is this true? And what does "quiche" actually taste like? It sounds like a fancy baked omelet to me, personally.
Signed,
Your Swampland Neighbor
My kingdom for a
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Dear Cajun,
Quiche is French and as we all know the French (who are girls) and then Texans (who are men) have a long standing feud over who is the best. So I am glad this man did not succumb to there horrid mind control. Hopefully he procreated with some of your cajun women as to dilute the French blood on this side of the pond.
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.
Dear Texan,
Does merely interacting with Your August Presence through the internet automatically qualify me for sex with pretty much anyone I want for a period of no less than three years?
LWBL
Koga no Goshi
I give my Nihon Maru to TosaInu in tribute.
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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