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eastmidswhizzkid wrote:loads of good vibes here...allegedly.
it never loaded, or was that the point, Lee?
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
I never go to Confession or Communion. Mass, the doctor and the treatment room I visit regularly.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:loads of good vibes here...allegedly.
it never loaded, or was that the point, Lee?
i might have a sad sense of humour but it's not that sad....unless i'm using flashing porn links as avatars to confuse Keith ......or "pray to jesus and win a play-station" links to confuse nick the stripper and claire.
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:i might have a sad sense of humour but it's not that sad....unless i'm using flashing porn links as avatars to confuse Keith ......or "pray to jesus and win a play-station" links to confuse nick the stripper and claire.
I wasn't confused.
I just sat, repeatedly clicking the damn thing for 72hours solid without eating, drinking, washing or sleeping...
... but I wasn't confused!
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
That really doesn't answer my question.
Simply pointing me to a quote from Bulgakov doesn't really cut it.
Also allusions to being the devil really are of no bearing.
My point was, for one so dramatically departing, he seems of little consequence in the scheme of things.