Originally posted by Hand of HecateYou are wrapped above the bloodness safetynets, without a...... ?
I demand action!
Surely there is someone among you worthy of facing me in the prose competition? We're talking 500 words. Sweet sweat of Jesus, you gabbering baboons spew that out in 2 or 3 posts.
Did you join a weak tribe again?,,, with a golden game!
You are standing with no new customers, but those who are tired.
Answer the first question BOY! 😏
Just the first one! 🙂
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Sadly, you are so loaded down with scar tissue in your pre-cortal right frontal lobe that you are unable to say 'yes' even to yourself... only 'no'.
Edit: Let's anticipate your unspoken barbs, Hecate. 'What is scar tissue'? Covered twice before but will be happy to so once again.
Just grooves in your brain since teens. Dendrite clusters filled with frustration, disillusionment, anger, bitterness, negativity, denial.
Originally posted by NordlysNordlys sights the sufferer. Prose alleges Nordlys throughout a shell. Nordlys staggers next to the snail. Behind Nordlys resides the moving lawyer.
Prose broadcasts a driver. The liaison heaps prose over a working military. Prose joins the differential before the human yawn. Prose steals prize money without the journalist. Should an incident opposite surround prize money?
Originally posted by SeitseIt is been my experience there are very few lawyers you can actually trust. To have one behind ones back would be quite unnerving.
Why is a lawyer doing behind Nordlys?
Does he have... er... good intentions?
Sorry to the few good lawyers who may be out there! Although if I have argued with you, you are not one of them. 😏