i like yams
a lot
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which i guess is interchangeable for sweet potato in the US but not necessarily everywhere else
who knew, right?
who knew, right?
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Me too!... :3Tuffin wrote:I like most baked goods
Prefer pies
*bakes more pies*...
*hides adorable pet ducks*... >_>MrMurphseeksLAM wrote:I want to hate bread but there's just so many varieties of it that it's an addiciton at this point. I'd fight someone's duck for it.
No need for a 'Cragel', I'll just wedge my croissant inside of the bagel thanks.
Yams are pretty yummy...omfgzergrush wrote:i like yams
a lot
Indeed...omfgzergrush wrote:which i guess is interchangeable for sweet potato in the US but not necessarily everywhere else
who knew, right?
It doesn't surprise me, America is weird... XD
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remember when we could make emoticons bigger than 50x50?
good times
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Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end.
"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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What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time.
But for a certanty, back then
We loved so many yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.
Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies....
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time.
But for a certanty, back then
We loved so many yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.
Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies....
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