Seriously? I wrote a letter in 3 languages (using 3 different alphabets, no less) and posted it on this piece of shit forum and since nobody appreciated it so I gave up.
Your wife called and started some shit with me about you losing a ton of money at my card game last week and smelling like old semen. You know that shit ain't true. I didn't hold last weeks card game. I don't mind covering for you but let me know what the story will be beforehand.
Bob.
PS: Tonight's game is at 8:00. Don't forget the lime juice for the gimlets. It's your turn to bring it.
I'm glad I started this thread. Too busy working last couple of days to be on here and see it mature, but nonetheless I'm pleased with what it became.
Philbert is still a cunt though.
What would happen if VV and Sam were to meet. Would they both just disappear in a small puff of smoke, given their opposite ends of the political spectrum, or would there be a world destroying implosion?
What would happen if VV and Sam were to meet. Would they both just disappear in a small puff of smoke, given their opposite ends of the political spectrum, or would there be a world destroying implosion?
What would happen if VV and Sam were to meet. Would they both just disappear in a small puff of smoke, given their opposite ends of the political spectrum, or would there be a world destroying implosion?
He'd pull his 9mm pea-shooter, suddenly find that he can't actually shoot me with it because he suffers from the same psychological block stopping people ill people 90% of the time, then I'd take it off him and use it to rape him, but accidentally pull the trigger halfway through and do a runner.