Oh now the violence threats ...

That's your level of intelligence right ?

I'm not impressed by physical threats spunk. Can't feel like you won, so you'll just beat the shit out of somebody? You've made the threat public too. That is not what you would call bright on your part.

Spunky = the next canidate for my ignor list. Then you can join other greats like Sexed, retardslee and the like.

Fizz, you must have been up all night posting?

Where did my mouse go? Mrowwrrr! :1orglaugh

Oh yes :)


Time for a nap soon...

1250 troll-ridden posts...

Now seems like a good time.

The phone don't stop ... EVER

Damnit

good morning :)
got a hangover :(

My girls just woke up. Time to go get busy.

It's funny how people always say they will throw a lawsuit or hit the other person when they get owned .

I won't get to that level ... if something happens, it happens, but it won't be my fault :)

But you still have a ways to go to hit the 2K mark.

Nice to see this thread is still going!:thumbsup

Nice.

Only one more post... 325 times!

remember that one guy here on gfy.. i think 'integrated' was his name... i remember he used to 'sue' anyone who talked shit to him.. hahaha

bump for sarah

I'm the one that owned him and made him go away . he was a character of somebody else

I got a bunch of people comming here toay foar a BBQ

I'l be away for couple hours

I'm back for a couple of hours. :)

A la brigata nobile e cortese
In tutte quelle parte dove sono,
Con allegrezza stando sempre dono
Cani, uccelli, e danar per le spese,
Ronzin portanti, quaglie a volo prese,
Bracchi levar, correr veltri a bandono;
In questo regno Nicolò incorono
Perch'egli è il fior della città sanese.
Tingoccio e Min di Tingo ed ancaiano,
Bartolo e Mugavero e Fainotto,
Che paiono figlioli del re Priano;
Prodi cortesi piu che Lancilotto,
Se bisognasse, con le lance in mano,
Fariano torneamenti a Camellotto.

Unto the blithe and lordly Fellowship
(I know not where, but wheresoe'er, I know,
Lordly and blithe), be greeting; and thereto,
Dogs, hawks, and a full purse wherein to dip;
Quails struck i' the flight; nags mettled to the whip;
Hart-hounds, hare-hounds, and blood-hounds even so;
And o'er that realm, a crown for Niccolò,
Whose praise in Siena springs from lip to lip.
Tingoccio, Atuin di Togno, and Ancaiàn,
Bartolo and Mugaro and Faënot,
Who well might pass for children of King Ban,
Courteous and valiant more than Lancelot,--
To each, God speed! how worthy every man
To hold high tournament in Camelot.

Hi, Work to do! But bump anyway.

Better Than You
written by VampIn626
I hold my head down and begin to cry
See myself in the mirror and i ask myself why
Tears start to flow down my face
These memories i have of you
i can not to erase
You've told me that we'd always be friends
but somehow the phone calls came to an end
i've gone so long not talking to you
Now your back and i don't know what to do
I think of my past and what you put me through
but guess what muthafucker?
I've found someone better than you




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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
dedicated to the dumbfuck that left me.

Must be nice! So fucking cold here, time to move to FL.