What a waste of a fúcking life.
You youngsters take some advice from an old man.
Be better. Do something, fo fúck's sake.
AND DON'T HURT PEOPLE!
What a waste of a fúcking life.
You youngsters take some advice from an old man.
Be better. Do something, fo fúck's sake.
AND DON'T HURT PEOPLE!
He's realised that he has no head, imo.
http://www.headless.org/on-having-no-head.htm
I'm just coming to terms with the fact that, within the next few years, I will return to dust - and what will be my legacy? Some disappointed women and a chap with a damaged spleen.
There's no time left to build an empire or write a great novel. All will have been in vain.
Were you hoping to build an empire or write a great novel particularly? Because I have to tell you that empire builders and novelists don't seem terribly happy, either.
Anyway, if it helps, in a few billion years, our sun will die and our solar system will collapse and there'll be no remnant of anything. I find that very comforting.
I was thinking about the sex with her and I can't imagine her being terribly enthusiastic. I think she'd see it as a chore.
Mind you, of the available options, she's probably the least revolting. Even the possibilities offered by Long-Bailey's tiny facial orifice couldn't persuade me to go near her.
One can only conjecture b, that this was connected with the influx to this island of thousands of young, and hitherto unknown black American boys when the US Army decamped here prior to D-Day.
Word quickly spread that they possessed stupendously large cocks and most of our women, licentious gin drinking slatterns every one, couldn't wait to 'ave some.
Operation Blackcock was the effort to wean the girls off of these monstrous members before Tommy returned from the front to discover his wife's fanny, previously exhibiting a pleasing tautness, now resembled a well worn sea-boot.