He left.

He's at FON.




I couldn't help him in GenPop because of Steveis jealousy of me.

Or else I certainly would have....regardless of what he now thinks.
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Do you mean God or Mossy?...I mean Hossy?

FON? NT is the place to be.

Well at least I'm not Mr. Fucl<ing As shole here.






Yet anyway.

The three are interchangable.

Someone please send help....I think I am lost.

Oh...good one.

If I show you the way...





.....even my predator status won't help me.

'Nother slow day at NT.




Gosh.

























thud

The tension is building quickly in anticipation of the HO Of The Night.

I'm hoping for a real short skirt and fine dupa.....with pretty legs.





Don't disappoint us Mr. Pants.

Phooey.

I'll never make 7246 by tomorrow.




I may fail to do so,but it won't be the first time.

So be nice to me...it's your last chance.

Go for 10,000!!:)

A legion of posters retching on their way out of this thread.






But entirely too kind all the same.


=:>

Well at least one true friend was nice to me.

There's still time.




Don't be a fool.

I may leave a fowarding addrress.






;)

I heard things.





I heard thiiings.

Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes are more increasing;
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing.
'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!'
Away he springs and hasteth to his horse.

But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbors by,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud,
Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:
The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.

Stopping by Friends on an Unsuspecting Day

Whose place this is I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will see me stopping here,
To watch his place fill up with one more.

My little noodle thinks it queer,
To stop without a friend to me near,
Between the last time off a this time,
The darkest day of all the years.

He gives his idea and to all a shake,
To make sure there is no mistake.
The only other sound's the two,
And they do not speak to the flake.

The turns of life are cruel... dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And nowhere to go..they stay within and with me they weep
And nowhere to go..they stay within and with me they weep

-- mdf

Pies?

Fine work.

OOOOOOOOOO