MrPiper says ... Take that !!!!
Come back in a few days MrPiper, I've had many a threads pulled.
Posted on 08/15/2010 6:24:09 PM PDT by MrPiper
see ya..........
Kidding aside.....what did they delete?
Man, I get called all kinds of names and they still can't get rid of me! LOL
Opus Interruptus
I wouldn’t advise driving in the rain til you get that fixed.
It happens, that's no reason to leave in a sulk. Did you ask why it was deleted?
That makes sense, because without your tread, you’ll just be spinning your wheels here.
“they delelted my tread,, no bad words.. pissed me off.. see ya!! “
They took your tires? The bastards!!
pulled my thread on speeding on bridges,,, I'm out of here.. bunch of wussies....
Well, HELL,
I Left That OTHER Site, After all...
But I’ll NEVER Leave FR!
Just be glad they didn't delete your thread!
Was your thread about a peck of pickled peppers that you picked?
“MrPiper says ... Take that !!!! “
Johnny meant that one with all his heart, didn’t he?
Yes,,, no answer.. ya'll have fun...
We should warn you of the effects on your body if you leave FreeRepublicstan, it is awful!
Seriously though some FReepers just take time off when the boards become too intense. Whatever you do, enjoy life!
A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne
AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
“Now his breath goes,” and some say, “No.”
So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers’ love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, ‘cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.
Please come back as Mr Limpet or Mr Hulot, or something cool like that.
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