Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-dukeba-DOOM-tsshhhhh
It's good to have Pagan friends. They worship the ground you walk on...
well played.
edit: I see you already got the ba-da-boom... so. There it is again.
Originally posted by @tom-wolseyI had ignored the first one.
ba-DOOM-tsshhhhh
well played.
edit: I see you already got the ba-da-boom... so. There it is again.
Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-dukeThen how did you know it was there? And why do you persist in taking childish little pot shots at me?
I had ignored the first one.
Maybe your problem is you don’t understand the definition of ignore.
Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-dukeThen poets are dumb. Do they continue playing the violin as they fall to their death? Great. Now I'm thinking about the Titanic. DeCaprio and icebergs and stuff.
'A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.'
Edmond de Goncourt
Originally posted by @tom-wolseyA friend of mine is Wiccan.
I've known many pagans, up close and personal. American pagans. They are usually fluffy bunny New Age wiccan types but not always.
We get along famously.
Originally posted by @suzianneMy brother is a "high priest" for whatever that's worth. Yeah, wiccans are generally easy-going folks, not hard to get along with.
A friend of mine is Wiccan.
We get along famously.
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Originally posted by @suziannetiger’s been very fussy lately and testing boundaries. His chums at Shetland Primary and blokes at the pub have noticed it too.
You really don't want me to "come back to this".
I was doing you a favor by leaving it, but I see your constant need for attention and acceptance means you can't just leave it.
Heartpence, tiger’s school guidance counselor who fancies himself a world-class psychiatrist, said tiger will outgrow his fussiness and it’s best to ignore it.
Edit: Just the other day, I put a PB&J on open spread and pint of ale in front of tiger and he balled up his little hand into a fist and pounded the table, yelling, “I want raspberry jelly!”
I said, “But tiger, grape’s always been your favorite.”
He yelled, “Raspberry!” Then he pushed his pint of ale away and said, “My ale’s too warm! Make it colder!”
He’s a handful!