this can be anything and everything that comes to mind. from stranger to stranger.
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this can be anything and everything that comes to mind. from stranger to stranger.
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Well...I've never told this to anyone, but this seems like a nice safe place to confess...Once, I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
And to think, when I was just a baby, my momma would say to me "Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." Now whenever I hear a whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry. Oh, the shame.
Seems like a strange topic for one's first post to Lit Net.
Ok: "Wrong sub-forum you moron!"
Hey, that felt pretty good--jk
*check out the "chat" sub-forum.
I still read Enid Blyton books ok?
I'm a spy.
...but I have said that to several people. In fact, it's how I always announce myself when entering rooms. It makes me seem very important.
Now I'm not one to gossip as you know, but I've heard that ..............
Ok here goes... I shot the sherriff, but I never went near the deputy.
I have sold millions of books in Germany and only David Hasselhoff is loved more.
Also, once, after a heavy drinking session, "The Hoff" and I kicked the hell out of Paulo Coelho until he admitted that he was pretentious and promised (under fear of another arse kicking) that he would never say crap like “I am so humble although I know so much” again.
I don't know yet. How is that for an answer?