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[GreekIslandGirl]

Why are you sad, VP?

[Panicos UK]

WTF is that avatar is it a bird is it a fish no its shit

Jealousy is a terrible emotion, you poor soul. Live with it

Whats to be jealous you toothless kitten, you people are so comical, I know I use it a lot but you have to love the saying GCs are a donkey who think that because they managed to place a saddle on their backs they now think they are a race horse.

I've never seen a toothless kitten.

[kurupetos]

WTF is that avatar is it a bird is it a fish no its shit

Jealousy is a terrible emotion, you poor soul. Live with it

Whats to be jealous you toothless kitten, you people are so comical, I know I use it a lot but you have to love the saying GCs are a donkey who think that because they managed to place a saddle on their backs they now think they are a race horse.

I've never seen a toothless kitten.

Have you seen YFred?

[Panicos UK]

No.

[kurupetos]

No.

Ok, now I see.

[Me Ed]

WTF is that avatar is it a bird is it a fish no its shit

If it was shit, it would have the Turkish flag incorporated in it.

The last time the Turkish flag was splash in the International arena, it was the international conference sort out the Syrian crisis.

That did not work - that's shit in action.

[Viewpoint]

The avatar is worthless amateur and very juvenile, is that the best you people can produce, having said that im probably right that is the best pathetic effort people of your caliber can produce.

[bill cobbett]

No.

May be of help to you Paniko to give a description of Fred, not so much a toothless kitten, more of a grinning Cheshire Cat, a very overweight Cheshire Cat.

[kurupetos]

At the back of the noisy café
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company.

And in the scorn of his miserable old age
he ponders how little he enjoyed the years
when he had strength, and the power of the word, and good looks.

He knows he has aged much; he feels it, he sees it.
And yet the time he was young seems
like yesterday. How short a time, how short a time.

And he ponders how Prudence deceived him;
and how he always trusted her -- what a folly! --
that liar who said: "Tomorrow. There is ample time."

He remembers the impulses he curbed; and how much
joy he sacrificed. Every lost chance
now mocks his senseless wisdom.

...But from so much thinking and remembering
the old man gets dizzy. And falls asleep
bent over the café table.

[bill cobbett]

At the back of the noisy café
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company.

And in the scorn of his miserable old age
he ponders how little he enjoyed the years
when he had strength, and the power of the word, and good looks.

He knows he has aged much; he feels it, he sees it.
And yet the time he was young seems
like yesterday. How short a time, how short a time.

And he ponders how Prudence deceived him;
and how he always trusted her -- what a folly! --
that liar who said: "Tomorrow. There is ample time."

He remembers the impulses he curbed; and how much
joy he sacrificed. Every lost chance
now mocks his senseless wisdom.

...But from so much thinking and remembering
the old man gets dizzy. And falls asleep
bent over the café table.

WTF!....