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  1. Here is what people think in the UK:

    Can I urge all Liverpool fans to go to the Amnesty International site and read up on the string of human rights abuses that this autocrat is responsible for.There are more important things in life than money.

    good point, and as a Liverpool fan I think we all realise that the club does not need any more money - that's the last of out problems - it just needs decent management. The sport is awash with useless cash and if it is tainted with the blood of innocent civilians then we don't want no Thai PM!!!

    I have to disagree with most of these comments. Liverpool is not awash with money, ok we have Morgan who is willing to inject cash (i dont know the in's and outs as to why it was rejected). Its a simple fact, to become a big player, you need big money. We do not have the cash that the likes of chelsea or Real have, so how can we compete. I dont see a problem with Thaskins money, 30% does not give him any control I dont think. We all needs a sugar daddy in this crazy money driven world of football. As for the comment on Thailands Human Rights, i would rather be living here than America or Europe. Maybe your talking of something that happened over 10 years ago. We are talking about Thaskin here, not Thailand, which has some problems

  2. What can one say!!

    > >

    > >Long but really worth the read...

    > >A letter written by a heartbroken man to his estranged partner

    > >

    > >Dear Audrey:

    > >I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our

    > "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I

    > swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little

    boy

    > in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact.

    > In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I

    > guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of

    > things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about

    > looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one

    > of us does.

    > >Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this

    is

    > what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Audrey." I look for you in

    > the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're

    not

    > even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingoes and brought her

    > home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate

    > >the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those

    > perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can

    > give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an

    ass

    > like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch

    > being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made

    > important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body

    > mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see

    > what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a

    > >better heart than my moderately attractive Audrey? I doubt it. And I'd

    > never really thought of that before.

    > >I Don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed

    > her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do

    > I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her

    > slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling feeling of

    > loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't

    > >feel the same because you weren't there, Audrey, to watch. Do you know

    > what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Audrey, I'm just

    > going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

    > >Do you remember Carol, that single mum we met at Pregos last year? Well,

    > she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I

    > wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant

    > till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had few glasses of

    > wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom.

    And

    > this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you

    > know like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her

    > career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she

    > >spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts

    it

    > on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we

    > >can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too.

    'Cause

    > I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Audrey ever put the mirror on the

    floor?

    > We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a

    sex

    > aid."

    > >Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I

    > mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her

    > shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.

    > she's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general.

    > She's pulling for us to get back together, Audrey, She really

    > >is. So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times.

    > Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is

    think

    > of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about

    makes

    > me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing and

    > that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying

    > it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do

    > you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's

    > cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Audrey. In your

    > heart you know it.

    > >Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and

    > start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please please please

    let

    > me know, otherwise, can you let me know where the Sky remote control is.

    > >John

    >

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