Like I care. That just means you won't see me embarrassing you.Shirley you know that sooner or later your trolling will get you put back in the box.
Liar.
Mhz isn't very bright. He thinks he's insulting me, while he embarrasses himself.Shirley?
Like I care. That just means you won't see me embarrassing you.Shirley you know that sooner or later your trolling will get you put back in the box.
Mhz isn't very bright. He thinks he's insulting me, while he embarrasses himself.Shirley?
I could have offered him a way to catch more fish but he seems to have his own way of doing things.Wow, something else you don't grasp.
The only thing you're better at, is lying.I could have offered him a way to catch more fish but he seems to have his own way of doing things.
I spelled it the way I wanted as he is a bit of a f*ggot.Surly.
Liar. I am not.I spelled it the way I wanted as he is a bit of a f*ggot.
Remember what I was saying about him not being very bright?There is a great way to lose you truck.
Heheh.....I may have been born on a farm but I learned early to recognise bullshyte.......even covered with fresh straw, it's still bulshyte underneath and still smells like it.....Sure I have, I'm just not wrong very often, it called reading before opening my mouth..
Got something specific or are you just hoping you are right?
Dynamite!There is a great way to surely lose you truck Shirley
Heheh.....I may have been born on a farm but I learned early to recognise bullshyte.......
Well then the barn must have been a place you puked in lots. I spent lots of time in the bard as that is where the 2 work horses were. At 3 I was given the task of running the belly-strap under the horse and for that I got a seat just behind the collar and the yoke was my hand-grip and that is how I first learned that they pull by tightening the slack up and taking one step back and leaning forward and once the attached item started to move them they started to walk. But being from a rural setting you already know that right. Once the seasoned manure was spread on the garden they you must have also eaten it in a round about way. That isn't how you got to be so full of **** though.Heheh.....I may have been born on a farm but I learned early to recognise bullshyte.......even covered with fresh straw, it's still bulshyte underneath and still smells like it.....
A good way to recognise a bulshyter is by the way the story tends to change and excuses come out as they get showed up...and arguing with one is an exercise in futility and I hate working for nothing....I just like to make fun of them
Fine make it 'major' then. Mantra on. lolLiar. I am not.
You seem very mad, liar.
Apparently it worked. Doesn't look like you've recovered yet.Well then the barn must have been a place you puked in lots. I spent lots of time in the bard as that is where the 2 work horses were. At 3 I was given the task of running the belly-strap under the horse and for that I got a seat just behind the collar and the yoke was my hand-grip and that is how I first learned that they pull by tightening the slack up and taking one step back and leaning forward and once the attached item started to move them they started to walk. But being from a rural setting you already know that right. Once the seasoned manure was spread on the garden they you must have also eaten it in a round about way. That isn't how you got to be so full of **** though.
That about sums you up right there.
At that same age (3) I also held the .22 after the pig got a bullet in the forehead and the whack with the blunt end of an axe made sure he didn't 'recover'.
The ones I knew had a permit to sell what they caught.There is a great way to surely lose you truck Shirley
I still love horses, why would I want to recover from that or did the word 'pig' bring you back to who you are today.Apparently it worked. Doesn't look like you've recovered yet.![]()
Now .....That's what is called a load........or ....(a full bowl full)....Well then the barn must have been a place you puked in lots. I spent lots of time in the bard as that is where the 2 work horses were. At 3 I was given the task of running the belly-strap under the horse and for that I got a seat just behind the collar and the yoke was my hand-grip and that is how I first learned that they pull by tightening the slack up and taking one step back and leaning forward and once the attached item started to move them they started to walk. But being from a rural setting you already know that right. Once the seasoned manure was spread on the garden they you must have also eaten it in a round about way. That isn't how you got to be so full of **** though.
That about sums you up right there.
At that same age (3) I also held the .22 after the pig got a bullet in the forehead and the whack with the blunt end of an axe made sure he didn't 'recover'.
Sorry, but it wasn't me that got the .22 round and the whack on the head. You sound kinky; a horse-loving porker? Interesting.I still love horses, why would I want to recover from that or did the word 'pig' bring you back to who you are today.
You sound kinky; a horse-loving porker? Interesting.
Yup....he's turning into a real spastic as Petros is so fond of sayin' lolI see Mhz is still just posting lies.