I'm thinking of Georgi Markov from the original bad Russia, not the new version that is coming online now. The sequels are never as good as the original. Think ricin.
Old reliable... A couple grains of power, A couple grams of lead. A touch against the trigger, A touch inside the head. :thumbsup:
Those were the days, my friend, We thought they'd never end. We thought they'd last for-ever and a day. We'd live the life we choose, We'd fight and never lose, Those were the days - ah, yes - those were the days... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Who's Wan? And in the trailer forests squinting, someone can catch a fleeting glimpse of pasty Whiteboys needing tans..... Know what Vert? I'm rusty. Killjoy: "The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon! The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true!" Fellow barb, you. Its all coming back to me who you are. Quote?
Wow. Was that a former life, or did the CIA erase the memories? In truth, princess, I'm one of the Monkey's fans. He's one of my two favorite malcontents around this site. It would pain me to see him take the trip. But right now it's hard to argue on his behalf. If the moderators and administration intend to do anything about the people who are actually problematic for this community, we must also include those who stray into problematic territory. Admittedly, many of the problems around here stem from ideological differences, and since I'm one of those who supports affirmative action and the ADA, it seems only fair to give these problematic neighbors some leeway. Specifically, I'm aware that some folks cannot tell the difference, but in the end, the ideology most closely attached to irrationality is going to lose. So we have to make certain concessions, draw certain lines, &c. We love our Monkey. But if he chooses this particular disagreement to stand on, he will lose. And that would be sad. • • • Well, you know what they say, Gustav: 'Tis better to be stoned and thought a druggie than to be sober. Smoke on. :m:
Tessie: Of course, you realize I'm printing the above and keeping it my wallet? We're bound to have run ins in the future. No, you do. You, the turd scarring perfectly white porcelain, the ugly mole on Gerard Butler's perfect ass, the stink on the handsomest Gitano once you sit next to him, you, the brown on a succulent oyster, you, who marr beauty, kill visuals to a fault.