PAT009 Meeting somebody near the Finger Lakes. Love it when an Army of Northern Virginia military intelligence general needs to meet someone after hours in a familiar setting.
Those lakes sure look familiar.
In a land not far away, in a time not long ago. Like probably still meeting.
Arguing with disembodied voices on the internet. You've made the big time. They say ignorance is bliss, but in your case, I'm sure there's room for an exception. Schizophrenia is like that…or, is it like something else? Maybe it's like a bunch of other things arguing in your head. You know. Then again, you may not, but you question it all, but answers are so confusing. I hope you find peace…so you'll quit sowing confusion.
>you do you I will do me, don't need your advice or pity, you don't own the board
See…we can agree on something.
Why the boomer hate, Freddy? The internet's toilet? You gave birth to it…if it's an ugly baby, it was ugly before Q made it famous. Give Cullen a hug for us when you see him again. Oh, sorry.
His tanning bed is turned up too high. Or some sh*t like that…excess melanin…and lumps.
You know everybody just saved this to use on sketchy trips replies.
Covered. 43 yrs xp. Dues paid with interest. o7
Pretty sure we're in the middle of fighting our way out and rescuing the natives.