Phillyphag said:
Hear that, Lovecock? Even Nicks thinks you should go.
Hear that, Lovecock? Even Nicks thinks you should go.
Never said it should be him
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Never said it should be him
Phillyphag said:
Thats what you meant though.
Thats what you meant though.
Nope but its meant to mean what ever you want it to mean
Phillyphag said:
This isnt about me. This is about you acknowledging that Openphillyguy is an insecure whiny baby that needs to go. And you have. So I thank you.
This isnt about me. This is about you acknowledging that Openphillyguy is an insecure whiny baby that needs to go. And you have. So I thank you.
I never acknowledged anything but if you wanna believe that and it makes the daddy parts happy then go for it
Phillyphag said:
The magic only works if you believe it too
The magic only works if you believe it too
Glad you agree to that since you seem to believe
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Nicks said:
Glad you agree to that since you seem to believe
Glad you agree to that since you seem to believe
He believes a lot if delusions. He is just a closeted homosexual and tries to play off his own insecurities on to others, lol. How tragic.
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He believes a lot if delusions. He is just a closeted homosexual and tries to play off his own insecurities on to others, lol. How tragic.
He believes a lot if delusions. He is just a closeted homosexual and tries to play off his own insecurities on to others, lol. How tragic.
Why do you care?
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Phillyphag said:
I dont. You do, or you wouldnt keep bringing it up.
I dont. You do, or you wouldnt keep bringing it up.
Can you be any more or a moron? Follow the conversation idiot. Go hide in the closet homo. lol
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Phillyphag said:
What does Go hide is closet homo mean? Is English your second language?
Dont hate: Be straight!
What does Go hide is closet homo mean? Is English your second language?
Dont hate: Be straight!
You are the master at altering posts. Good job homo.
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blackandcream said:
Looks like you are getting a battering on here today.
Bit embarrassing.
Looks like you are getting a battering on here today.
Bit embarrassing.
Very embarrassing for the one person that cares.
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blackandcream said:
If you are both giving a blowjob, I will gladly meet you in a park.
If you are both giving a blowjob, I will gladly meet you in a park.
Sorry, not if you were the last man on earth. Phillyphag will though
Phillyphag said:
I dont. You do, or you wouldnt keep bringing it up.
I dont. You do, or you wouldnt keep bringing it up.
You keep bringing it up not me there sport
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blackandcream said:
I believe Nicks was abused by his grandad for twenty years.
Probably deserved it to be fair.
I believe Nicks was abused by his grandad for twenty years.
Probably deserved it to be fair.
Best comment on here by far.
yodi3498 said:
Best comment on here by far.
I also concur. Strongly. Best comment on here by far.
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Anyone else want to concur? Get them in quick.
WELL, PRINCE, Genoa and Lucca are now no more than private estates of the Bonaparte family. No, I warn you, that if you do not tell me we are at war, if you again allow yourself to palliate all the infamies and atrocities of this Antichrist (upon my word, I believe he is), I don?t know you in future, you are no longer my friend, no longer my faithful slave, as you say. There, how do you do, how do you do? I see I?m scaring you, sit down and talk to me.?
These words were uttered in July 1805 by Anna Pavlovna Scherer, a distinguished lady of the court, and confidential maid-of-honour to the Empress Marya Fyodorovna. It was her greeting to Prince Vassily, a man high in rank and office, who was the first to arrive at her soir?e. Anna Pavlovna had been coughing for the last few days; she had an attack of la grippe, as she said?grippe was then a new word only used by a few people. In the notes she had sent round in the morning by a footman in red livery, she had written to all indiscriminately:
?If you have nothing better to do, count (or prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too alarming to you, I shall be charmed to see you at my house between 7 and 10. Annette Scherer.?
?Heavens! what a violent outburst!? the prince responded, not in the least disconcerted at such a reception. He was wearing an embroidered court uniform, stockings and slippers, and had stars on his breast, and a bright smile on his flat face.
He spoke in that elaborately choice French, in which our forefathers not only spoke but thought, and with those slow, patronising intonations peculiar to a man of importance who has grown old in court society. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting her with a view of his perfumed, shining bald head, and complacently settled himself on the sofa.
?First of all, tell me how you are, dear friend. Relieve a friend?s anxiety,? he said, with no change of his voice and tone, in which indifference, and even irony, was perceptible through the veil of courtesy and sympathy.
?How can one be well when one is in moral suffering? How can one help being worried in these times, if one has any feeling?? said Anna Pavlovna. ?You?ll spend the whole evening with me, I hope??
?And the f?te at the English ambassador?s? To-day is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,? said the prince. ?My daughter is coming to fetch me and take me there.?
?I thought to-day?s f?te had been put off. I confess that all these festivities and fireworks are beginning to pall.?
?If they had known that it was your wish, the f?te would have been put off,? said the prince, from habit, like a wound-up clock, saying things he did not even wish to be believed.
?Don?t tease me. Well, what has been decided in regard to the Novosiltsov dispatch? You know everything.?
?What is there to tell?? said the prince in a tired, listless tone. ?What has been decided? It has been decided that Bonaparte has burnt his ships, and I think that we are about to burn ours.?
Prince Vassily always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating his part in an old play. Anna Pavlovna Scherer, in spite of her forty years, was on the contrary brimming over with excitement and impulsiveness. To be enthusiastic had become her pose in society, and at times even when she had, indeed, no inclination to be so, she was enthusiastic so as not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The affected smile which played continually about Anna Pavlovna?s face, out of keeping as it was with her faded looks, expressed a spoilt child?s continual consciousness of a charming failing of which she had neither the wish nor the power to correct herself, which, indeed, she saw no need to correct.
These words were uttered in July 1805 by Anna Pavlovna Scherer, a distinguished lady of the court, and confidential maid-of-honour to the Empress Marya Fyodorovna. It was her greeting to Prince Vassily, a man high in rank and office, who was the first to arrive at her soir?e. Anna Pavlovna had been coughing for the last few days; she had an attack of la grippe, as she said?grippe was then a new word only used by a few people. In the notes she had sent round in the morning by a footman in red livery, she had written to all indiscriminately:
?If you have nothing better to do, count (or prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too alarming to you, I shall be charmed to see you at my house between 7 and 10. Annette Scherer.?
?Heavens! what a violent outburst!? the prince responded, not in the least disconcerted at such a reception. He was wearing an embroidered court uniform, stockings and slippers, and had stars on his breast, and a bright smile on his flat face.
He spoke in that elaborately choice French, in which our forefathers not only spoke but thought, and with those slow, patronising intonations peculiar to a man of importance who has grown old in court society. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting her with a view of his perfumed, shining bald head, and complacently settled himself on the sofa.
?First of all, tell me how you are, dear friend. Relieve a friend?s anxiety,? he said, with no change of his voice and tone, in which indifference, and even irony, was perceptible through the veil of courtesy and sympathy.
?How can one be well when one is in moral suffering? How can one help being worried in these times, if one has any feeling?? said Anna Pavlovna. ?You?ll spend the whole evening with me, I hope??
?And the f?te at the English ambassador?s? To-day is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,? said the prince. ?My daughter is coming to fetch me and take me there.?
?I thought to-day?s f?te had been put off. I confess that all these festivities and fireworks are beginning to pall.?
?If they had known that it was your wish, the f?te would have been put off,? said the prince, from habit, like a wound-up clock, saying things he did not even wish to be believed.
?Don?t tease me. Well, what has been decided in regard to the Novosiltsov dispatch? You know everything.?
?What is there to tell?? said the prince in a tired, listless tone. ?What has been decided? It has been decided that Bonaparte has burnt his ships, and I think that we are about to burn ours.?
Prince Vassily always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating his part in an old play. Anna Pavlovna Scherer, in spite of her forty years, was on the contrary brimming over with excitement and impulsiveness. To be enthusiastic had become her pose in society, and at times even when she had, indeed, no inclination to be so, she was enthusiastic so as not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The affected smile which played continually about Anna Pavlovna?s face, out of keeping as it was with her faded looks, expressed a spoilt child?s continual consciousness of a charming failing of which she had neither the wish nor the power to correct herself, which, indeed, she saw no need to correct.