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Ahhhhh the 70s christmas! Gong to buy a tree with dad, Slade in the radio, ice on the moors, sledging, flu, christmas parties, gluwine, listening to grunged out hippy metal bands in pubs, THOSE WERE THE DAYS! Forget Dickens. The 70s christmas was the tops!
For those of you with a nervous disposition, there are several pictures of people whose flesh has rotted off to the extent that major bones can be seen through the wound. Oh and there is at least one dead body AFAICT.
DIdn't click the link; but it sounds as nasty as some of the other Krokodil pics I've seen, and if so and should have been posted to the soapbox.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
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