I want the world to know my secret

Re: Once again, the tone is lowered...

> The bunnies have been scared away, the grass has wilted and
> died, and the flowers have been trampled on...and it's us that
> will have to do the gardening...

it was jake the poacher.
 
Take your litter home

> The bunnies have been scared away, the grass has wilted and
> died, and the flowers have been trampled on...and it's us that
> will have to do the gardening...

Never mind, Little Miss Tsk. We shall rebuild our garden paradise, and plant an impenetrable thorny hawthorn around the border to keep the louts away. Safe in our haven, we'll sit upon the lawn and tell sad stories of the death of gentleness.




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Re: Take your litter home

> Never mind, Little Miss Tsk. We shall rebuild our garden
> paradise, and plant an impenetrable thorny hawthorn around the
> border to keep the louts away. Safe in our haven, we'll sit upon
> the lawn and tell sad stories of the death of gentleness.

...and in the distance can be heard the mechanical humn of a chainsaw...
 
Keep off the grass

Sigh. Once again, we flee from these parts like startled fawn, whimpering and shedding a quiet tear, reminiscing about times when these pastures were our own.
 
Blind Date

Could Violet and Polly Jean possibly form links to ease their loneliness? Remember, it was an arguement which first brought the wonderful Magic Fairy to my attention...think about it...
 
"Be seeing you."

You may be my number 2, Little Miss Wonderful, but you'll always be my true number one. x


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Re: tresspassing or transgression?

> reminiscing about times
> when these pastures were our own.

This was never yours. You just usurped your "pasture," and tried to make your bed in the wrong place. Try Email, chat, instant message; or heaven forbid, a letter or phone call.
 
Piss off you losers!

> You may be my number 2, Little Miss Wonderful, but you'll always
> be my true number one. x

get a damn room
 
Little Moist Miss Bliss and magic @#!!!, go away!

> Sigh. Once again, we flee from these parts like startled fawn,
> whimpering and shedding a quiet tear, reminiscing about times
> when these pastures were our own.

you are stupid
 
Your favourite colour is beige

> get a damn room

Get cancer, noxious maggot.
 
I despair...

Of course it's ours! You shouldn't be looking at our messages. The are private. Did you hear me? P.R.I.V.A.T.E. They are not to be seen by prying eyes. Honestly. Do you know nothing?
 
Re: Little Moist Miss Bliss and magic @#!!! , go away!

> you are stupid

Return to your ashen trailer park in Hicksville, cheeseface. I've seen better things than you dredged up on the tide.
 
Re: Your favourite colour is beige

> Get cancer, noxious maggot.

get cancer? i'll borrow a line from greasetea, "you get aids!"
 
Privacy? You must stop embarrassing yourself before speaking

> Of course it's ours! You shouldn't be looking at our messages.
> The are private. Did you hear me? P.R.I.V.A.T.E. They are not
> to be seen by prying eyes. Honestly. Do you know nothing?

There is NO EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY when you post on a message board, so if you want privacy-e-mial each other, honestly DO YOU KNOW NOTHING AS WELL? Does any reasonable person think there is privacy when you post here? idiot.
 
Our Swimmer

Don't call the love of my life an idiot! Have you no concept of irony? Evidently not.


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Re: "don't call her an idiot!"

Perhaps Mr. Lawyer should have used the more appropriate term FATASS twinkletoed, bargain basement slut!

That is a better discription anyhow assholes.

Boz 4 Prez.
 
Boz? Prez? Wah???

We should really be gentle to Mr. Lawyer. He is most probably American, where irony is unheard of and their concept of humour is only the sort that is laid out on a plate and spoonfed to them. And he is a lawyer, as well. I would have topped myself ages ago, if I was in that situation.

But 666 Storms...Fatass? Heh. You know nothing.
 
RedruM

You wish any type of illness on him, whether it be Aids or the snuffles, and I shall come after you in the dead of night with a steak knife. Gentleness goes out of the window in times of crisis.
 
A question of degree

Hush now baby, don't let the twisted face at the window scare you. Turn away and face the fire. See how the shadows dance on your lovely face. No harm can befall you in here, with me. x
 
Re: A question of degree

> Hush now baby, don't let the twisted face at the window scare
> you. Turn away and face the fire. See how the shadows dance on
> your lovely face. No harm can befall you in here, with me. x

Yeah, say that when a nice knife is jammed in between both your eyes and then I'll smash your forhead in. 666 storms rules, join me!
 
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