Goodbyes

Usually by burning the bridge down behind me.

saaaaaame

If I want out of something bad enough I have reached a point where it's gonna be a whole big thing. I tend to be pretty ride or die so you have to fuck up bad enough to deserve the fire.
 
Usually accompanied by security. :)

This actually made me laugh out loud. You'd probably go out smiling too.

saaaaaame

If I want out of something bad enough I have reached a point where it's gonna be a whole big thing. I tend to be pretty ride or die so you have to fuck up bad enough to deserve the fire.

I'm pretty sure I am not ride or die. I don't know what that means. And long rides make me sleepy. Maybe ride and nap? Sounds about right. ;)
 
You have the sense of humor of a lemur. :)

My last response to you : buh bye.

Funny, because I don’t call you cancer boi, I don’t make many bad comments to you. Except I believe you are a alt troll and you ride my ass.

So I am done.

Best wishes in your life.
 
My last response to you : buh bye.

Funny, because I don’t call you cancer boi, I don’t make many bad comments to you. Except I believe you are a alt troll and you ride my ass.

So I am done.

Best wishes in your life.

You'll miss me. I hope you and Lance hook up. :)
 
in a blaze of glory, spewing all of the invective that i've been holding in and possibly breaking things.
 
I just read on the FB that a friend of mine passed away from stomach cancer. She was a Texas lady; tall, big hair, irreverent, honest, funny as hell, and beautiful. I did not get a chance to say good bye. A few weeks ago, I did email her, asking how she was doing. I had heard she was ill, but I did not know the circumstances. I never got an answer. If I knew she was terminal, I'd of liked to have said good bye.
 
Hook up? She's more of just a hands and knees kind of gal.

lil lace the midget. upset that he has a weak little chin and tiny little frame. were u on ur hands and knees in jail, lil lace? or did u bend over against the toilet?
 
I just read on the FB that a friend of mine passed away from stomach cancer. She was a Texas lady; tall, big hair, irreverent, honest, funny as hell, and beautiful. I did not get a chance to say good bye. A few weeks ago, I did email her, asking how she was doing. I had heard she was ill, but I did not know the circumstances. I never got an answer. If I knew she was terminal, I'd of liked to have said good bye.

Commiserations. I know how you feel. One of my best friends, who I met up with (and worked with) in several foreign climes over two decade and occasionally vacationed with in unusual places, told almost no one she was terminally ill and took a rough trip up the Amazon shortly before she died. She did assign someone to inform a list of friends, including what she died from (a rare cancer of the stomach lining), and that did spare a lot of "build-up" grieving, but I would have preferred to have a few last visits with her. I would have gone to her in a flash to be able to relive old times even if for a few moments.
 
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