RE: Communicate using clichés only!
November 14, 2015 at 11:44 am
(This post was last modified: November 14, 2015 at 11:47 am by Edwardo Piet.)
It sure as hell scares the hell out of me, I'm a total scaredy cat after Stim pulled the rug from underneath my feet. I feel a couple of pencils short of a pencil case. I feel like a dead man walking walked all over by a walking pencil: I would say I could care less but I'm British and I couldn't care less for saying "I could care less". I feel completely bent out of shape. I see this thread and then when Mr. Stim pops in all hell breaks loose: And all others paled in comparison!
I mean I know that all's fair in love and war but this just takes the biscuit. I feel all bits to pieces and all that jazz. What a kefuffle. After that ace in Stim's hole (which was also the ace up his sleeve) I feel we all kicked the bucket at the drop of a hat. I'm at an absolute wits end down to the very last minute.
Has Stim got an Ax to grind?
Can we come back from the dead?
Well I think it's time for us to peddle to the meddle regardless of whether we're having a bad hair day or not. Because I feel absolutely bad to the bone but if he pulls another one over on me then my bags are packed and ready to go. I feel like I've had my little turtely back against the wall: and I've got the blues.
Stim's Cliche posts are the absolute bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, the dog's bollocks and the mutt's nuts. I feel absolutey balls to the wall but now the balls back in his court. I'm not playing games here.
I mean I know that all's fair in love and war but this just takes the biscuit. I feel all bits to pieces and all that jazz. What a kefuffle. After that ace in Stim's hole (which was also the ace up his sleeve) I feel we all kicked the bucket at the drop of a hat. I'm at an absolute wits end down to the very last minute.
Has Stim got an Ax to grind?
Can we come back from the dead?
Well I think it's time for us to peddle to the meddle regardless of whether we're having a bad hair day or not. Because I feel absolutely bad to the bone but if he pulls another one over on me then my bags are packed and ready to go. I feel like I've had my little turtely back against the wall: and I've got the blues.
Stim's Cliche posts are the absolute bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, the dog's bollocks and the mutt's nuts. I feel absolutey balls to the wall but now the balls back in his court. I'm not playing games here.
