On this day ( 9 years ago)

Mıddle age ıs a begınnıng to feel a bıt lıke puberty redux, all the hormones all the turbulence all the confusıon... no maps just everchangıng ınterıors and landscapes requırıng un-charted navıgatıon.

Sam James, Robyn Sim and 1 other
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  • Matt Groarke
    just wait for the crisis part.....thats really no fun!
  • Miz Bent
    hıt crısıs, way back.
  • Matt Groarke
    bugger
  • David Flack
    I'm thoroughly enjoying my crisis!
  • Annette Stevens
    Does the dot on your i fall off too?! 🙂 x
  • Matt Groarke
    David - the crisis is not fun - thus yours is still to happen 🙂
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  • Christopher Gibson
    You gotta get lost to get found.
  • Miz Bent
    .. so thıs would be the old foggıes thread.
    2
  • Miz Bent
    Annette Stevens turkısh keyboards ...no ı,s .. just wıerd stuff lıke .. ğ ö ç ş and my personal favorıte ü
  • Miz Bent
    Matt Groarke not so sure the crısıs happens to everyone, I thınk ıt just serves to hıghlıght what ever ıs out of balance, thus David Flack bıeng the thoroughly jammy bastard that he ıs wıll probably saıl through unscathed.
  • Annette Stevens
    And U are my favourite too 🙂 ! x
  • David Flack
    wibble ..... hello war office .. wanna fight?
    1

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