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.
pshhh guys that's a Stripes reference
Gah! Reading this thread makes me happy that my prom was pre-digital camera, and that there are no pictures of me in my fugly prom dress floating around on the internet! It seems like "dancing" hasn't changed much since my prom. There was the usual grinding. Our poor attempts at slow dancing were really just excuses to stand in place and make out.![]()
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