and a barefoot walk home. Postman Pat is my only consolation.
Ironically, or not, the "real" postman laughed at me for my barefoot wading. He gave a thumbs up at the same time though, so I guess that's ok.
I'm off to do my own version of meals on wheels. Meals on legs, I guess.
Last night I went to a proper old-fashioned village bonfire night... guys and everything. I haven't seen that in many, many years.
Anyway, keep smiling
and teeth and spices. And feeling poorly sick. But the pâté was a success and the banjo's back out of its case.
You seem to have put this comment in a post way back for some reason?
Anyway, what's done is done?? Ha! Yes, well for you I'm sure that's true as you have done this to many people many times. So, from your point of view, you should be able to go about your life harassing and threatening people for months on end, and then when you get bored and move on to a new victim, you believe the previous one should let it go without so much as an apology or acknowledgement of what has happened? Ha! Yes, I bet you do.
I don't think you have any right to be here. And after what you have done to me, there will never be a time when seeing your name on this site will not make me feel physically sick.
At least you made me smile. Being told to grow up by you... well I can't finish that sentence without going off on one, so I guess I'll leave it with a smile.
I see you starting to play your little game with another student now. The OU won't be blind to who you are forever.
But then I'm not a man who bullies women for pleasure.
Fear. I guess that's something?
I hope that ice breaks as soon as possible.
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