uh, not sensimilla.... not sensimilla. All other strains are okay, but that crap makes you sick.
Weed ruined my life, in all honesty. My mom repeated that until it sunk in, and I thought it was purposelessly mean at the time. But, you know I'm a sexless weirdo... right? Don't know how else to explain the problem.
Edited by JeremyjJstone, 10 February 2013 - 05:56 AM.
I'm not qualified in any sense to comment on 'global planetary lungs' or 'algorythms of harmonic vibrations', but I am pretty damned sure that Mad Harry of Windsor died in the Tower of London on the night of 21/22nd.May 1471 and interred (temporarily) at Chertsey Abbey. Twenty-six years before John Cabot began exploring Canada's Atlantic coast!
I thought 'Mad Harry of Windsor' was alive and well and partying all over Europe. (Between shifts of shooting at the Taliban)
Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.
Posted 19 March 2013 - 12:15 PM
JeremyjJstone, on 18 March 2013 - 11:21 PM, said:
okay, some nazis beat me up, but I\m still gonna write this book somehow, bare with me.
Hello again, I wondered where you'd got to.
I assume then, you've time-travelled back to the early 1930's and attended one of the Reichsparteitage at Nuremberg, yes? Rule #1 for attending Nazi rallies - Don't go rabbiting on about Henry VI in front of the Sturmabtailung, they hate that!
Have a cigar....
"Gæð a wyrd swa hio scel, ac gecnáwan þín gefá!": "Fate goes ever as she shall, but know thine enemy!".
"I was born with a priceless gift - the ability to laugh at other peoples' troubles" - Dame Edna Everage