Lucysnow said:Yes yes I hate and you're the benevolent serious thinker. A humanist, lover of nature clearing the world of evil from her keyboard and unraveling the complexities of world events with her extraordinary erudition.
me))yeah, and yur A sarcastic git. what's new
...hey where did you ever get the idea I was homophobic? :bugeye:
me)))and a joke
You project too much sunshine. For someone so full of love and joy you sure seem venomous. Now remember FIVE TONS OF FLAX!
me))i give what i receive sweeti pie. have had nuthin but BS from YU since the first day we met. unfortunately you dont seem tp be able to communicate ny other way. you who are 'out there in the 3rd world' -ish, INT LARNT nuthin. IS U PROUUD??
She probably thinks she's rikki tikki tavi:
me))))whose ya talkin to now flame thrower? thread disrailer huh? huh?
"This is the story of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed, through the bath-rooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment. Darzee, the Tailorbird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the musk-rat, who never comes out into the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall, gave him advice, but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting. He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits. His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink. He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use. He could fluff up his tail till it looked like a bottle brush, and his war cry as he scuttled through the long grass was: "Rikk-tikk-tikki-tikki-tchk!"
you and riki tiki...go an rick yourselves.
ps. FIRST thing you do, is speak out, if nothing else. cauurse thick dense sod like you dont know that hey? hey
