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.
- I keep a bar of Wright's Coal Tar Soap, for the sole purpose of sniffing.
This has developed into placing on my pillow in the morning, covering with the duvet when I make the bed, so that the aroma permeates the pillow meaning that when I take to my bed at night, my olfactory glands are stimulated greatly.
Come on, why are you lot weird.
Five cups of coffee just to be myself...when I'd rather be somebody else
Debaser wrote:- I keep a bar of Wright's Coal Tar Soap, for the sole purpose of sniffing.
This has developed into placing on my pillow in the morning, covering with the duvet when I make the bed, so that the aroma permeates the pillow meaning that when I take to my bed at night, my olfactory glands are stimulated greatly.
I just stumbled upon that yesterday <cue Twilight Zone tune>
"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
Petseri wrote:Jeff shows up and suddenly we have a rash of repeated topics.
Now if someone could show me how to use the search function
You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
"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
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