Oh, you were only half as bad as I was. I got it once in grade 5 and once in grade 6. Both times I was innocent!
That's the tough one and you don't get any 'papers'
Are we well informed or misinformed?
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Oh, you were only half as bad as I was. I got it once in grade 5 and once in grade 6. Both times I was innocent!
That's the tough one and you don't get any 'papers'
No such thing in my time. Although we did have a teacher who would periodically loose it and once threw a students desk at them for asking a question after being told to not ask questions.
My news tells me about all the things in the first column, and little or nothing from the second.
“I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance....” - Reuben Blades
Maybe you're using the wrong news, Cliffy.
Or maybe you're just a self-important lefty Wa-Na-Be who's accomplished the square root of sweet f*ck-all in his life and therefore can only feel good about himself by trashing other people.
One or the other.
Cliffy's big on posting lies, then dodging by saying he didn't make them up and what we really need to focus on is the GREATER MEANING.
What a load.
You're just a kid, Twila. I think it was 1974 when the N.D.P. of the day banned the strap in B.C. Worst thing the Barrett Gov't did. I think Eileen Dailly was the perpetrator.
Maybe sometimes emotion takes over from his brain! But no worries, I haul him up short on it.
Cliffy knows I'm sensible. 
There are a great many of my people that i do not hate, it is a minority of lazy whiners like you that i do hate.
Oh, I know that under that gruff and callous exterior is a heart of gold and that god loves you anyway.
My family moved well away from reserves, alcohol, and lazy whining idiots, many many years ago. We do not interact with family members who remain losers. My Dad and three of his brothers fought in WW11 plus Korea. They were already a normal part of the Canadian working public who were rarely treated with discrimination, and that was in small towns. One of my uncles came here to the Island to log in 1953, with the help of some family here from my mothers side he was very successful with floating camps.
Oh, I know that under that gruff and callous exterior is a heart of gold and that god loves you anyway.
There is no god nor gods.
an there ain't no heart o gold neither. I was just funnin' wich ya, ye poop head.
What he said.
Personally, I wouldn't know a kardashian or a Kanye if I tripped over them.
When I was a Marine we had a Navy Corpsman who was a NA. What a great guy he was and I never heard a whine from him at all. He was focused on his job of caring for us Grunts and having fun when we all went on liberty. Only once do I remember having a conversation with him on life on the Res and I was the one that asked him about it...
"Come on... I'll show you some pictures." he said.
I asked questions and he answered as he showed me his photos.
I just remember him being a great guy and dedicated Corpsman.
