No one here gets out alive.
Five to one, baby,
One in five
I’m still breathing.
When I come home
Cold and tired
Its good to warm my feet
Beside the fire
I got a lllooooonnnnggg story about the lil’wrekkers middle school years.
If you want me tell it, just post---------->
On you go then. . .
Oh, please! Don’t get her started!
No. It’s not necessary for you to tell us. We’re good.
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Don’t mind them; let’s hear it!
Dang. Thought I’d killed it for sure this time!
Damn you people who always have to have the last word!
?revived again.
No one is honoring my DNR.
Because it is your DNR. For you. You cannot file a DNR for anyone but yourself. Otherwise, it is murder. Murder most foul!
There is one serious flaw with this thread game: If the winner ever acknowledges the win publicly, or anyone ever notices the win, they will have lost.
Nah, don’t overthink it TC…the end is upon us.
I’ve never been one to succumb to those prophets of apocalypse. Human beings are gritty little scavengers when we need to be.
What are they going to say about him when he’s gone, man? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? Bullshit, man.
Tee-hee