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EvilBastard wrote: ↑05 Aug 2020, 15:51
But I'm afraid that I must take the gloves off. This is the final straw - clearly they're just trying my patience now, and enough is enough. Every man has his limit, and this is mine.
EvilBastard wrote: ↑05 Aug 2020, 15:51
But I'm afraid that I must take the gloves off. This is the final straw - clearly they're just trying my patience now, and enough is enough. Every man has his limit, and this is mine.
Heathens.
Burn them all!
Certainly burning them all would be my first choice. But then I thought, what about burning almost all of them and leaving one alive (possibly without hands so he cannot contemplate making tea in a microwave) so that when visitors gazed upon the shattered landscape, the razed houses, the burned crops, the ground sewn with salt, the vast funeral pyres that stretched as far as the eye could see, their smoke blotting out the sun while the acrid stench of charred flesh assailed the visitors' nostrils, and they wondered "what happened here?", then he can tell them. It may take a village to raise a child, but sometimes it takes an entire civilisation to be destroyed to preserve the art of proper tea-making.
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
EvilBastard wrote: ↑05 Aug 2020, 15:51But I'm afraid that I must take the gloves off. This is the final straw - clearly they're just trying my patience now, and enough is enough. Every man has his limit, and this is mine.
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee!
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
Till Shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in Teablighter's eye on the Last Day.
Laws that keep civilization from falling: Don't use teabags. Don't put milk in tea. Don't dunk anything in said milkless tea. We really should have a Tea Police. I almost wrote we really should have a Tea Party but realised that didn't turn out very well in the US.
Was gulled into eating what looked like normal milk choc digestives. They didn't taste quite right, but put that down to them absorbing flavour from other biscuits. THEY WERE STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM ONES which is odd because they tasted orangey. They were ok, but not agaon, thanks
On a slight tangent. They're selling dunkin donuts in my local Spar now. The question is do the type of people exist that actually dunk them? Strikes me as even worse than the types that ruin tea by putting biscuit in it!