whar do i sign up?
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whar do i sign up?
Hmm. You just have to get her IP then track her down. If you wait outside her window and spy on her every night you're a chance.
well i do love cougars...


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Dear Mantis: here is a poem for you. It is Shakespeare's sonnet number 138. Please enjoy. And think of me.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
Dear Mantis: here is a poem for you. It is Shakespeare's sonnet number 138. Please enjoy. And think of me.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
That's so sweet, here is a little ditty for you.
Travelling all over the countryside, ask the Leylands, ask the Leylands.
You can't ask both cause one has died,
Ask the Leyland brother.
That's so sweet, here is a little ditty for you.
Travelling all over the countryside, ask the Leylands, ask the Leylands.
You can't ask both cause one has died,
Ask the Leyland brother.
Too soon mantis. Too soon.
For shame.
