(November 13, 2015 at 6:29 am)ignoramus Wrote: [what it says on the box]
Communicate using cliches? I wouldn't do that in a million years!
Communicate using clichés only!
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(November 13, 2015 at 6:29 am)ignoramus Wrote: [what it says on the box] Communicate using cliches? I wouldn't do that in a million years!
Earlier I was gonna say "Whatever floats your boat" but that ship has sailed now.
RE: Communicate using clichés only!
November 14, 2015 at 6:03 pm
(This post was last modified: November 15, 2015 at 12:38 am by Jenny A.)
This thread has me grinning like a fox licking shit off a wire brush (which may just explain the expression shit-eating grin) and shaking like dog shitting peach pits. I'm not shitting you, though I was feeling kinda shitty before, down in the dumps in fact.
If there is a god, I want to believe that there is a god. If there is not a god, I want to believe that there is no god.
(November 14, 2015 at 6:03 pm)Jenny A Wrote: This thread has me grinning like a fox licking shit off a wire brush (which may just explain the expression shit-eating grin) and shacking like dog shitting peach pits. I'm not shitting you, though I was feeling kinda shitty before, down in the dumps in fact. Well, you know what they say, when in Rome.
OK, we talk the talk, but who actually "lives" cliches?
Eg, who goes into a pub alone these days hoping to get laid?
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear.
Call me old fashioned, I still like sex with strangers . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
Whenever I try to get my end away I always end up going home with blue balls. If I try to play the field I fail to score.
RE: Communicate using clichés only!
November 14, 2015 at 8:23 pm
(This post was last modified: November 14, 2015 at 8:24 pm by ignoramus.)
So you try to put a finger in every pie, but end up with one in the hand? That's better than beating around the bush, I suppose.
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear.
But I just end up returning to my man-cave to beat my meat.
Meat, it's what's for dinner . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
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