Slow night
Slow night
What drinks do you bring?
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
Slow night
@Jas brings the drinks. I just drink them. So, he owes you on this occasion.
~I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.~
Slow night
At the moment it's a screwdriver + lemonade because we're scant on oj.
Slow night
I hate it when people say that because I always reply 'oh i'll just lean back and open my mouth and you can just piss in it'.
Although it reminds me of this time a couple of years ago when I was in this club and they were actively asking for song requests from the audience.
Oh who could that be...
texting....
'entrails ripped through a virgin's c*nt* ' bye cannibal corpse.
hmm i wonder.
Although it reminds me of this time a couple of years ago when I was in this club and they were actively asking for song requests from the audience.
Oh who could that be...
texting....
'entrails ripped through a virgin's c*nt* ' bye cannibal corpse.
hmm i wonder.
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
Slow night
that sounds absolutely disgusting
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I usually try to keep up but I feel like you lost me thereMoulders wrote: ↑21 Jun 2020, 02:51I hate it when people say that because I always reply 'oh i'll just lean back and open my mouth and you can just piss in it'.
Although it reminds me of this time a couple of years ago when I was in this club and they were actively asking for song requests from the audience.
Oh who could that be...
texting....
'entrails ripped through a virgin's c*nt* ' bye cannibal corpse.
hmm i wonder.
Slow night
I used to enjoy a baileys and lemonade.
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Epicurus Letter to Menoeceus
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Oh hey lolin
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Wow that's a big grin