Some more Christmas facts: Jesus wasn't born in Dec ya know.

Tatelou said:
Yeah, was a bit harsh, wasn't it? I think someone might have said at least two words to you yesterday. :p

BAHAHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA
 
Tatelou said:
Yeah, was a bit harsh, wasn't it? I think someone might have said at least two words to you yesterday. :p

Oh really, and which two would that be then????

"I'm coming" perchance?????:D
 
lewdandlicentious said:
Oh really, and which two would that be then????

"I'm coming" perchance?????:D

PMSL!!!!!!!!

I just snorted tea through my nose. Eeeewwwwww! :eek:

You so BAD! :devil:

But yes, that was it! :D

:kiss:
 
Actually it's to celebrate me, Jesus, Michael, and Beelzebub forgoing our differences and engaging in a friendly game of Bridge for a day. But when have mortals been able to get anything right? :D


Of course, Jesus and Michael always win. Blessed Punks.
 
ABSTRUSE said:
I wonder what color angels are?

Rainbow polkadots on a green, blue, and brown plaid base and the halos are actually neon tubes, but they come in assorted colors.

L_C - don't it suck playing against the "always right"?
 
RebeccaLeah said:
Rainbow polkadots on a green, blue, and brown plaid base and the halos are actually neon tubes, but they come in assorted colors.

L_C - don't it suck playing against the "always right"?

Nah, that part's okay cause Christ is mellow on all that stuff and Michael knows better than to boast.

It's mostly to do with the fact that my partner's main talent is plotting against me and still hasn't learned the whole teamwork concept.

Sigh, whatchagonnado?
 
RebeccaLeah said:
Rainbow polkadots on a green, blue, and brown plaid base and the halos are actually neon tubes, but they come in assorted colors.

L_C - don't it suck playing against the "always right"?

That is just soooooooo wrong.
 
Called to mind: from Yeats' Supernatural Songs, I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn

The miracle that gave them such a death
Transfigured to pure substance what had once
Been bone and sinew; when such bodies join
There is no touching here, nor touching there,
Nor straining joy, but whole is joined to whole;
For the intercourse of angels is a light
Where for its moment both seem lost, consumed.


specially for Abby, Perdita :heart:
 
perdita said:
Called to mind: from Yeats' Supernatural Songs, I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn

The miracle that gave them such a death
Transfigured to pure substance what had once
Been bone and sinew; when such bodies join
There is no touching here, nor touching there,
Nor straining joy, but whole is joined to whole;
For the intercourse of angels is a light
Where for its moment both seem lost, consumed.


specially for Abby, Perdita :heart:

Thank you Perdita, I love it!:kiss: :heart: :rose:
 
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