(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. Love atheistforums.org? Consider becoming a patreon and helping towards our server costs.
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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