Mr Fish
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Just get on the good side of Satan then, that way if you're screwed you'll get a good spot in hell.
Just get on the good side of Satan then, that way if you're screwed you'll get a good spot in hell.
None of us knows what hell's like until we get there, and if a 'religion' is true? Then none of us are following its holy texts to the letter so we're all gonna burn down there. I'm a sinner and I like it that way as Madonna says.That's not how Hell works you fucking degenerate
-Madonna-
If you make a deal with the Devil to go to heaven when you die, where do you go once your time comes up?
Nope. I like 'em saggy. But I ain't interested in Madonna, I just like some of her music.
I thought you were being sarcastic about the granny fetish thing
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Oh, I got another phobia now that I think about it. I can't stand travelling really fast. I can't ride motorcycles, I can't stand riding in a car that goes too fast and a plane or train? Those freak me the fuck out. Like, I feel paralysed when things go too fast and I can't think clearly. It's a reason why I never got my drivers license. Being behind the wheel of half a ton of steel, having to go fast at certain roads? Nope. Big fucking nope to that.
No idea what that phobia is called but it messes me up.
So is it the idea of going fast that frightens you or, is it when you feel the wind on your face and you simply cannot ignore the fact that you're travelling so fast?snip
That's not how Hell works you fucking degenerate
Haha, yeah, good one Mr Fish. You go girl.
What bothers me is the fact that the higher speed you're going in the worse the collision is going to be if you crash or lose control of your vehicle. More speed = if we crash then it's going to be bad, really bad.So is it the idea of going fast that frightens you or, is it when you feel the wind on your face and you simply cannot ignore the fact that you're travelling so fast?
They're savage animals full of spite and hate. Who wouldn't be afraid?Now that I think about it, I am somewhat afraid of geese, not an ever present fear but if a goose comes walking towards me I'll probably flee.