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  1. Originally posted by MrSpkr:

    I don't think this is the proper forum in which to post fantasies about young men, leather, and shiny objects.

    Not that there's anything wrong with that.

    Steve

    Very perceptive of you.. :eek:

    I do like young men, unspoiled, untouched and unruined.. Especially if they have freckles, and red blondish hair, and if they have Nordic heads and bodies I totally fall in love.. in a proper way, like I want to hug them and touch there heads, but nothing involving sexual acts and such. And I'm not that old myself 26. And i'm Nordic i happen to like my own kind weird isen't it? ;)

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    Seanachais superior :D

    [ January 28, 2004, 12:14 PM: Message edited by: NewbieDragon ]

  2. But you're right. Lackwits are better off worshiping a dictator. Kneel and kiss my boots.
    Obviously you do not understand my post about democracy, according to it and my believes, a democracy is equally dictatorial; the only difference is that the dictator is hidden in a democracy.

    I like freedom, sadly Democracy does not increase it.

    And yes i would like to worship a dicator, a KING we had those alot in the old days and it worked.

    I dream about a king, a new great leader that will free our lands from the grip of the hidden empire, proud young men, perhaps never to see their friends or home again, several thousands side by side, simultaneously their knife blades arise towards the sun, a long light line are to be seen from above, they regroup and create the holy sun wheel, under the song from their juvenile voices, lyrics of the old sagas, enriches the forest, and the forest embedded circle they are standing in, the birds are respectfully silent, and in the forest line there are bears, wolves and dears watching, they knew something big is happening. A little butterfly flies over the young men and hums and zums, it is a brave butterfly, it has decided to protect them, although it’s so weak, because the little creature knows what is good and what is evil.

    The great march has begun!

    The feats of the young men, are dressed in leather, there steps sweeps windily over the steppes, hills, and the mountains they are leaving behind, the enemy roar can be heard there in the distance, but the young men, do not hesitate and decrease in speed but increases their speed and determination instead, the bravest of the young men are taking the lead, under the holy rhymes from their friends, they run the fastest they can, they are the scouts, bravely they will provide battle information for their friends. The big clash has begun; sadly the brave butterfly dies, under the overwhelming force of an enemy steel cased boot. Thou it will be remembered, as one of the bravest, in the holy war! For thousands of years young boys and girls will shiver in emotion when they are told about the bravery of the little butterfly!

    Again we will unselfishly protect our kingdoms, and we will die for our kings!

  3. Originally posted by Martyr:

    Actually, one Maus *was* shipped to the desert war, but it promptly settled into the sand and was never seen again. The tank specialists involved were flabbergasted, and of course the Fuerher was not pleased--reports of the incident were sealed and the technicians handed over to the Gestapo.

    It's a myth I can smell it.
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