Last edited by Boyar Son; 03-05-2009 at 06:43.
Texans love the French and vice versa. The schoolyard banter is mere pillow talk. The Frexas alliance rules all.
In fact my dream is to marry a French/Cajun/Italian/Jewish/Southern Belle. In America I just may find her.
Europe is a wonderful place and when I get some money I will go there and indulge in all the culture I envy so much.
There I said it.
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.
Meanwhile, here's another small one for you to enjoy
The Amazing Jesus
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