25 Jun 09
Originally posted by Raven69Dear Raven,
Dear Fantasizer,
Please elaborate on what it means to be off with the fairies in a bad way.
Glad of your relieve,
Raven
I refer you to the booby's posts. They express the condition far more eloquently than I could ever hope to do, but a part of it in this case seems to involve being so far up himself that's he's likely to do his bowels some serious damage. Please excuse the earthy turn of phrase.
While we're praying for that courage you mentioned earlier, could we also pray for a slightly wayward truck?
I'm off to Tassiešµ, where forgetfulness waits...
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25 Jun 09
Originally posted by Bad wolfdear gay boy
Dear Raven, a mortal enemy of mine seems
to think that the city I'm from is, and I quote:
"2 spots behind a burnt-out wreck in a miserable town"
this is not true, it is nice place, with a lovely tram
system and pleasant people where you can quite happily
say 'hello love' to other men and it not be considered
gay, nice shops and a lovely a train station.
How should I deal with this delusional little man?
i'm sorry my usually precise employer has totally missed the puck on this one. the only reason that you love your little town so much is that you've spent way too much time there and don't know anything else. horrible little towns tend to have nice train stations in the hope that a stupid wondering tourist will see the train station on xe's way to a more glamorous, prosperous place and think em, maybe this little town is nice, lets stop here for a while. only to be pushed into a whirlwind of boredom that is your little town.
my advise to you would be to use that nice little train station you have and possibly the nice little airport that the next place has because you know the saying that 'far away fields are never greener'? well that phrase was concocted by someone in your crappy little town trying to trick everyone into staying.
again, my utmost sincerest apologias about raven's temporally mental block and please accept a free half eaten cheese burger as condolences for your delusion about your crap little town.
kind regards
raven's PA
trev
25 Jun 09
Originally posted by BlackampYou remind me of a guy who keeps sticking quarters into the fortune tellign machine until you get one that you like.
Dear Raven,
I refer you to the booby's posts. They express the condition far more eloquently than I could ever hope to do, but a part of it in this case seems to involve being so far up himself that's he's likely to do his bowels some serious damage. Please excuse the earthy turn of phrase.
While we're praying for that courage you mentioned earlier, ...[text shortened]... lso pray for a slightly wayward truck?
I'm off to Tassiešµ, where forgetfulness waits...
25 Jun 09
Originally posted by Red Nightif you read through the exchanges between dear Raven and myself, you'll see that i've been responding to her requests for elaboration and clarification or, in one case, taking it upon myself to clarify a point that i had perhaps left obscure.
No. I'm not pissed at you at all. You just keep asking the same question.
Not joining TSM was your loss, not mine.
i'm sure TSM is a fine place, but voluntarily exposing myself to a double dose of booby-isms just seemed too much like masochism.
25 Jun 09
Originally posted by BlackampI like GB. he's alright.
if you read through the exchanges between dear Raven and myself, you'll see that i've been responding to her requests for elaboration and clarification or, in one case, taking it upon myself to clarify a point that i had perhaps left obscure.
i'm sure TSM is a fine place, but voluntarily exposing myself to a double dose of booby-isms just seemed too much like masochism.
25 Jun 09
The post that was quoted here has been removedSheffield certainly has its charms, though the city centre is not all that easy on the eye. Friendly people, though, and i really like the local accent, though i did have trouble understanding it at times. Possibly the locals also had trouble understanding me.