Mine Mine Mine

[Hitch]

EVERY one on the 'Dispensationalism' page agrees with me!

For the next few minutes anyways...

Looks good around here,, special thanx to DeeDee YX and all the elves.

Hitch

[Dee Dee Warren]

You really shouldn't call Cirisme and Jaltus elves. They don't like that much. :rofl:

[Hitch]

In the immortal words of Mick Jagger;

Hey Hey

You you

get offa my cloud

[Dee Dee Warren]

But Jaltus is my pet. Did you see??

[Hitch]

Ever seen a litter box on cloud?

YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!

He said with remarkable serenity

[Bill the Cat]

Sorry, gotta ruin it Hitch :btc:

[Hitch]

CATSFLATTENEDWHILEYOUWAIT

[Bill the Cat]

:btc: :rofl: :rofl: :lol:



:huh: Hey, you talkin about me? :poke:

Bad Hitch!! :whack:

[Dee Dee Warren]

:rofl: :rofl:

[Solly]

Me-eow; he'll scratch your eyes out *ftizz ftizz*

[Bill the Cat]

"sometimes the claws slip", you know ......:teeth:

:btc:

[Hitch]

I could whip any girl half your size!

[Bill the Cat]

That's funny because I'm short. :btc:

:egad: Bill ducks the flying insults.:brow:

[Hitch]

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll still be short, my son!

[Sher]

/me rubs hands together and emits evil laughter


BwaaHaaHaa ....





BwaaHaaHaa ....





BwaaHaaHaa ....



:poke: