Not for two guys with whom I can very much commiserate.(I'm just kidding vintage
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Not for two guys with whom I can very much commiserate.(I'm just kidding vintage
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“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
what time should i go bed?
(this thread has become the 'questions only' thread, mmm...wer always asking questions)
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
now im thinking I havent double posted for a long time.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
did u knw u had to wait 30 seconds before you put another post? just found out whiolst double posting.
aimiussage u stood me up.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
According to my clock, it is 1.32 in the morning. According to me, it's half past seven, p.m.Though I think my head is starting to believe that it's really 1.32 and I should have been asleep at least since an hour ago.
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”- Robert McCloskey
All's quiet on the western (and eastern and northern snd southern) front...finally.
aimussage, go to page 155 of this thread and read my posts. :-)
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Oh, it's Monday tomorrow. I hate Monday. After two lovely days, it is so disturbing that a day like Monday has to come.
I wish, there were no Mondays in the world.![]()
Last edited by Pensive; 09-17-2006 at 10:23 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
lol. never imposed wedding. which is why i said come to my bigger palace opposite yours. And since we are the only two people in Mars...might as well get to know each other. what if i need a cup of milk one day?or what if i get an 'itch'??
whatever happened to pretend to love thy neighbour?
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We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
I have nothing against loving my neighbour.If you ever need some sugar, please do come by, I have lots of it.
And I will drop by for tea someday at your previously bigger castle. Somehow I missed the whole previous tea affair.That's what you get for being king, all sorts of paperwork gets in the way of having a cup of tea with the new neighbour.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
And this whole time I thought there were sexual entendres going on.![]()
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
What could possibly induce that thought?![]()
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Ahhh, Amius, thats what happens when your king with no sujects or minions...
ok, great. drop by. I'm thinking of sneaking in some of those human on earth through the immigration office in Mars, its terribly hard work looking after a bigger castle than yours. :-)
ok, sugar sorted. And the itch.....my king?![]()
Last edited by optimisticnad; 09-17-2006 at 01:23 PM.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi