So I took a tumble on some gravel during my run and my knee is now all horrid and skinless. Also, I

[Berni]

smashed the glass on my iPhone. And - to add insult to injury - as I sat in the changing room picking gravel out of my f**king knee, the phantom ****ter struck again!! :furious:

This man is now my Moby Dick. I’ll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up.

Dirty, smelly *******.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

[Classic Jorge]

He's mocking you by the medium of stench, the lad's a fecal maverick

[Luis Anaconda]

[Classic Jorge]

[Snin]

about and pissing blood imo :-) eat some f**kin food now please

[Berni]

Implacable, untameable, constant and indifferent nature. Dick isn't even aware he's in a contest. You might as well say that Everest won when Mallory died.

[Berni]

I may lay in wait in the crawlspace above him one of these days. And then I'll harpoon the f**ker.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

[Berni]

conclusions and to see the deeper symbolism and significance of the text.

;-)

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Long-haired ponce.