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.
Seriously, ladies...This thread has been hopelessly hijacked. What say we create a separate one for this sort of madness, so that we don't drive all the boys to virtual homicide? (They could still visit if they wanted to - I've been known to lurk about the Lads thread... )
Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning?
It is the hour of savage instincts and natural tendencies.
--Elizabeth von Arnim
7anthea7 wrote:Seriously, ladies...This thread has been hopelessly hijacked. What say we create a separate one for this sort of madness, so that we don't drive all the boys to virtual homicide? (They could still visit if they wanted to - I've been known to lurk about the Lads thread... )
7anthea7 wrote:Seriously, ladies...This thread has been hopelessly hijacked. What say we create a separate one for this sort of madness, so that we don't drive all the boys to virtual homicide? (They could still visit if they wanted to - I've been known to lurk about the Lads thread... )
7anthea7 wrote:Seriously, ladies...This thread has been hopelessly hijacked. What say we create a separate one for this sort of madness, so that we don't drive all the boys to virtual homicide? (They could still visit if they wanted to - I've been known to lurk about the Lads thread... )
for Anthea
Someone had to say it.
I had forgotten about the ladies thread we already had - perfect place for that sort of thing. I've no problem with this sort of discussion as long as it doesn't take over half the open threads.
...with the wind in our face and our arms open wide...