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.
"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
emilystrange wrote:i don't think you can derail a thread dedicated to claire
Drat! you pesky kids foiled me again
"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
Feel free to post pictures if you want independent corroboration of that
just not on this site
tut tut mik
Quite right QB............................just PM the pictures to me Jess
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!!"
"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
My gardens full of tits, great tits, robins, song thrushes, blackbirds, wood pigeons, sparrows, finches, the odd kestrel, loads of other fly-ey things. Just awaiting a lesser feathered canon in July.
what was this thread about again?
There is increasing evidence to suggest that Chris may have been being sarcastic.
dunno Dave all I saw was 'throbbins' in your post and something about mammary glands
"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 always heard it was Boudica (or Boudicca) pronounced Boo-dic-uh but the Romans (who ultimately defeated Boudica and were the ones to actually write about it, latin-icised it and changed it to Boudicea *Bow-dee-see-ah).
"it probably should be "Boudica," which means "victory" in Celtic and would be the equivalent of the modern "Victoria."
Dark wrote:Claire = Boudicca = Victory = Victoria = Vicky?
Wines?
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!!"