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I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...
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I wonder whether you have ever been driving and, on cresting a hill, found a wonderful vista spread out before you; one of those scenes which makes you feel totally at peace with the world and gives you the impression that you can fly. I have. The car, of course, was a write off.
Nose extensions fall under the parliamentary bill passed in 1972 which prevents any nose over 65 being extended more than two inches without the consent of any persons sharing conjugal space, work space or a car with the owner of said appendage.
Pinocchio was sixty-four.
I'm truly looking forward to giving my seminar presentation this week. I feel confident, calm and prepared, and the presentation itself is full of interesting insights and structured analysis of Chekhov's writing.
</lie>[nights] You are taking this Star Trek infatuation too seriously.
[Dujon] I think that one was in fact true, and therefore challenge you to disprove it formally.
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One can safely speed on the British motorway network if one first takes the precaution of preparing a sign made from shirt-package cardboard on which the words "Brain Surgeon on Urgent Call" have been written in fat felt tip pen. This should be taped to the interior of the passenger-side windscreen, word side out. Make the letters as big as you can and use dark colours so the cameras can get a clear image.
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