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.
emilystrange wrote:I shall be bereft without these pearls of wisdom to lighten my day.
Yeh but look what you've got coming ..."Miss Emily? I've just pooed my pants ..." "Miss Emily? Billy's just been sick in the sandpit ..." "Miss Emily? Sammy keeps showing me his winkie ..."
emilystrange wrote:I shall be bereft without these pearls of wisdom to lighten my day.
Yeh but look what you've got coming ..."Miss Emily? I've just pooed my pants ..." "Miss Emily? Billy's just been sick in the sandpit ..." "Miss Emily? Sammy keeps showing me his winkie ..."
you scare me JB...
I scare me sometimes.
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
13 days to go in the Heartland House. The housemates have been awake since 7am. MarkFiend is currently showing his winkie to anyone who'll pay attention. Emily Strange is being strange and Emily. d00mwolf is currently buying sensible brogues in Filey whilst Brighton has been declared a national disaster area following a visit from the Lazarus Corporation ...
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
<cries> I give up. I really do. I've had too much wine already. Yes I know it only 16.50 but do I look bothered? I really wanna say sh*t but can't put into sober words that everyone but me and my hunny will understand..............................
Sexygothâ„¢ wrote:<cries> I give up. I really do. I've had too much wine already. Yes I know it only 16.50 but do I look bothered? I really wanna say sh*t but can't put into sober words that everyone but me and my hunny will understand..............................
now i'm lost
and i was doing so well, too
or is it really a non sequitur ?
then he takes your hand in some strange californian handshake and breaks the bone