<-Warheart->!!

it's funny, cause you said a couple days ago in the "describe the person above" you didn't know me... how can that be? you can't not know me!! :saint:

But what has this to deal with the fact that you don't know who Mitch is?
Anyway you also don't know me like, instead, you do with other "old" italian girls.
And I really can say that I don't know you... cause I obviously know that you're one that has "Killergon" as nickname, but I really know nothing about you, your person and your tastes and your way to act, even if only here... so, yes: I can say that I don't know you.
 
Harold Mitchell (A Streetcar Named Desire character)
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Harold 'Mitch' Mitchell is one of the four main characters in Tennessee Williams' play A Streetcar Named Desire. He was portrayed by Karl Malden in the broadway version as well as the 1951 film adaptation; Malden won an Academy Award for his performance.
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A friendly and kind man who tries to help Blanche DuBois. He is one of Stanley Kowalski's poker buddies and Stella Kowalski's friends. His mother is dying and she wants to see him settled before she dies. Mitch even considers marrying Blanche, but overjoyed to have the upper hand, Stanley tells Mitch about Blanche's secret past, which scares Mitch into ending the relationship.

The night that Stella goes into labour, while she and Stanley are at the hospital. A drunken Mitch comes round to confront Blanche. She breaks down and admits everything about her affairs and her prostitution. Aroused by this, Mitch attempts to harass her but is scared off by her screams. Later that night, Stanley rapes Blanche and she has a breakdown.

There.
 
I've seen her swear. She wrote "I'm pissed off" or something. :O

Oh yeah, probably (even though I don't remember where)... but here in italy saying "I'm pissed off" is the same that telling "I'm upset over heels about this"....so the "swear concept" that we have in Italy is very different from yours... words that for you are very hard, here are not that hard.... words that for you are soft, here aren't soft at all... and it's impossible to translate some words, so I have to adapt myself to the most known english words to explain how I feel. What to say? I'm sorry.
But this has no matter.... people are so different.... in positive or negative, but more in negative, for what I've seen lately.
Well, whatever.... go to search all my other posts, then we'll see if you can say that I swear.. or that I use to swear.
 
lol why is your brother a cunt? did he eat some of your chips last night?

hehe, i kid, i kid :p

I sure as hell ate some of yours! ahahaha, j/k. Ohs well. Wait, I thought the tab man was having soup?

Alright I suppose. Just playing a bit of the ol' geetar atm. My brother a cunt.

So, tab man, why is your brother a cunt? If he's older then I share your pain. Older siblings suck, sometimes. :)
 
lol why is your brother a cunt? did he eat some of your chips last night?

hehe, i kid, i kid :p

lol nah, chips are tonight.

I sure as hell ate some of yours! ahahaha, j/k. Ohs well. Wait, I thought the tab man was having soup?

I couldn't be bothred to make it. :zombie:

So, tab man, why is your brother a cunt? If he's older then I share your pain. Older siblings suck, sometimes. :)

Just hate his attitude. We're in the same room and he goes and complains to our mum that he wants some peace and quiet so then I have to stop playing guitar. :Smug: Yet he can play the XBox when he wants and he can have the bedroom to himself when he's doing situps n shit. I just fucking hate him.

So out of spite, I told him to get out of the living room when he was trying to tape a program. He's lucky he moved 'cause I probably would have punched the asshole. He's ugh, 15 or 16. 16 I think.
 
hahaha, no way! that's how old my sister is (16). but luckily we don't share a room. but she does complain sometimes when i'm practicing and she's trying to do her homework or something (our rooms are right next to eachother and we can hear everything going on in the other's room). oh well, she's really not that bad.