The so-called War of the Sexes is become pathetic - irregardless of gender manipulations. I'm severly disappointed with regard to certain recent occurances in the course of events. Solaced in that I appointed an iota, easily overcome. Despite the reprehensible dramatic uses against one; love under false colors?
Duplicity rampant.
Treachery a-la-pissant.
If they reckon they can put or keep down yours sincerely, well, welcome to my world.
Dad's a dope and the king must die. I'm going to pass on lunch. Nap then church. Relax.
Dad's a dope and the king must die. I'm going to pass on lunch. Nap then church. Relax.
Donne bin thar.
Don't deny the truth.
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