Saints2668 
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Wasn't West a curly haired dude? If that's him yeah he was as sick as they come!
Reply #721. Jul 02 11, 1:19 PM
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| C30
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Not only were Fred West & his wife Rose, murderous Ba.££$$....er...."persons" and made "Jack the Ripper" look almost pleasant, they were also kinkier than a badly coiled rope.
Reply #722. Jul 02 11, 1:58 PM
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Saints2668
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Yeah, I remember that now that you mentioned it! He'd do a snake if he could hold it still! Total freakin sicko!
Reply #723. Jul 02 11, 2:48 PM
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bloodandsand
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We certainly produce some weird people here in the UK.
Reply #724. Jul 02 11, 3:03 PM
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Saints2668
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Blood, we have our share.. remember Jeffrey Dahmer! Another total piece of poo!
Reply #725. Jul 02 11, 3:12 PM
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bloodandsand
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You're right. I honestly can't begin to understand why some people do the things they do.
Reply #726. Jul 02 11, 3:43 PM
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Saints2668
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Evil! I've seen it in real life on the job and there is no other way to describe some of them. Sure some of them were raised like animals and therefore lash out at everyone but some are evil, plain and simple!
Reply #727. Jul 02 11, 3:59 PM
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| lesley153
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Do you mean you can't always blame the parents? Well. there goes my best line.
Reply #728. Jul 02 11, 4:03 PM
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bloodandsand
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Oh hell, Lesley - I was doing my best!
Reply #729. Jul 02 11, 4:07 PM
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| lesley153
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What - to blame the parents? :p
What shall we do instead? :D
Reply #730. Jul 02 11, 4:22 PM
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Saints2668
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Blame the parents! Sounds like a new Ben Stiller movie!
Reply #731. Jul 02 11, 4:27 PM
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_Morpheus_
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Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, demised, departed, defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits.
Passed away.
Reply #732. Jul 02 11, 4:33 PM
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bloodandsand
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Pushing up daisies - we're back to the Norwegian Blue!
Reply #733. Jul 02 11, 4:37 PM
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| lesley153
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Joining the choir invisible. I quite fancy that - singing where nobody can see me and tell me to stop it.
Say goodbye, my own true lover - who's making that racket? - as we siiing a lover's sooong - where is that horrible noise coming from? - how it breaks my heart to leave you, now the caaaarnival is gone... STOP THAT DIN, NOW! Shan't! you can't make me! ner ner ner!
Sorry, just re-enacting a scene from my childhood there, but with added bravery.
Reply #734. Jul 02 11, 5:19 PM
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_Morpheus_
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O MAY I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirr’d to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn 5
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man’s search
To vaster issues.
Reply #735. Jul 02 11, 5:30 PM
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Qmel
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Whoa! what are you reading?
Reply #736. Jul 02 11, 9:21 PM
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| C30
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Sounds like "Morpheus in the Underworld" !
Reply #737. Jul 03 11, 2:08 AM
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bloodandsand
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I think this is what they call "culture".
Reply #738. Jul 03 11, 5:45 AM
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| C30
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Awhile back (don't know if it still is), we had "Liverpool - City of Culture)...........Yeah, right - if Liverpool is cultured it doesn't say much much for the rest of the country!
Reply #739. Jul 03 11, 7:35 AM
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_Morpheus_
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Oh dear me, I have committed a faux pas.
"O MAY I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirr’d to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn 5
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man’s search
To vaster issues."
George Eliot
Reply #740. Jul 03 11, 8:44 AM
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