Remembrance

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lift a glass to fallen comrades, gone but not forgotten!

We will always remember

remember what?

Amen Brother - someone give fishy a slapping.

You really are first prize, grade A, top of the pile fucking tool Fishy.

Remember the sacrifice made by those who fought for freedom.. Freedoms you express every time you pull on your mothers dress, high heels and strut around your house with your little cock tucked inbetween your legs..

lmao relax guys im just fucking with ya all

Seeing as this keeps coming up in conversations - and its kinda related, i give you the reason Scots wear skirts.

lol thats badass
Looks like a pretty peaceful background though?

DeadFishy~DS~ wrote:

lmao relax guys im just fucking with ya all

Too late, I have already organised your beating fuckface.

That picture doesn't unveil the whole scenario.. They are infact running from a horny horse with a huge cock..

NxtLvl-DS- wrote:

That picture doesn't unveil the whole scenario.. They are infact running from a horny horse with a huge cock..

What are you doing hanging around with a horse?

Krypter wrote:

NxtLvl-DS- wrote:

That picture doesn't unveil the whole scenario.. They are infact running from a horny horse with a huge cock..

What are you doing hanging around with a horse?

Its a hobby

Also a hobby of mine too