That's probably what has Blues frightened. That thing lets go, you've got a high velocity projectile coming your way.Originally Posted by entropy
That's probably what has Blues frightened. That thing lets go, you've got a high velocity projectile coming your way.
Well she has lock on and a tone...that’s for certain...
Working diligently to enlarge my group size.
No, what frightened me is the Danes taking role playing games a bit too far.
Then again, the prime minister doesn't seem to mind...
There's nothing civil about this war.
No worries. Justin Trudeau’s nephew’s got this...
“Barbarossa”? Is that like a new hair mousse?
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They're Trine to get free!
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Maybe Dylan Thomas was wrong...
There's nothing civil about this war.
Let me guessNo, what frightened me is the Danes taking role playing games a bit too far.
Then again, the prime minister doesn't seem to mind...
You were one of those guys who bought Playboy so you could read the articles??
(nice pick up. I completely missed the story)!
First of all, if she was in Playboy, I'd have looked at a lot less stapled midsections...
Twelve year old defense ministers...that got my attention.
I am a man without a country.
The Danish Cabinet...preparing for the possible invasion of the Ukraine...
Last edited by blues; 01-26-2022 at 10:05 PM.
There's nothing civil about this war.
Ok. I’m scrambling here...trying to piece the esoteric together...
I read the Thomas reference. Thought a bit. Still struggling...
Working diligently to enlarge my group size.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
There's nothing civil about this war.
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