Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
MC Solaar is top too In fact the French make the finest hip-hop and house in Europe. You've got to get summat right, the Germans and the Belgians have all the good techno wrapped up (Never-ever, under any circumstances, ever, listen to German Hip-hop )
Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
Candover Premiere wrote:Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
Pick a username and stick with it, yo--I stay away from the political threads these days.
It's from Catch 22 which is where the user name is from too.
Snowden is the dead man in Yossarin's tent. He's dead, but still lives in the tent because he died before he properly arrived at the airbase. So he isn't officially dead.
He got shot on a bombing m*****n. He complained it was so cold. Yossarin thought it was just because they were high up and there was a big gaping hole in the plane. It wasn't. It was because Snowden's guts were hanging out. All Yossarin had was some aspirin in the (hopelessly inadequate) M&M supplied first aid kit. He gave them to Snowden and said "there there" alot. Snowden kept repeating that he was cold.
Wrong thread, I apologise. I lost my direction while dodging the flak.
Gotcha. You're all over the place today, aren't you? By political threads I meant this, which I only just noticed. Go home and relax. Read a book or somethin'. I promise to make a more focused attempt at being so very clever, but it may take a few days. It's been a while, and my brain's a bit flabby. Like, for real. And stuff.
I think whether or not it's entirely fictitious is up for debate, but I've not put it in my Amazon shopping cart either; I was counting on you to give me all the dirt on this scandalous, and frankly kinda gross, phenomenon.
Dunno about gorgeous, but I just got a haircut so I am, at least, kempt-ish. Which is about as far as my expectations go!
In fact the French make the finest hip-hop and house in Europe. You've got to get summat right, the Germans and the Belgians have all the good techno wrapped up (Never-ever, under any circumstances, ever, listen to German Hip-hop 
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