During the interview, I tried to imagine the SHEER TERROR felt by the DS as they spoke. From one second to the next, there was NO WAY to censor whatever was going to come out of his mouth.
Picture them: half gone bottle of (really good) booze in hand. Listening, THINKING, writhing as they wring their nasty, nasty hands.
They know they have mocked God’s gift of life, they have hurt and maimed and lied and cheated and so much worse. They know NCSWIC.
He’s just THE Master Troll and like a cat, seems to enjoy “playing” his enemies into oblivion.
During the interview, I tried to imagine the SHEER TERROR felt by the DS as they spoke. From one second to the next, there was NO WAY to censor whatever was going to come out of his mouth.
Picture them: half gone bottle of (really good) booze in hand. Listening, THINKING, writhing as they wring their nasty, nasty hands.
They know they have mocked God’s gift of life, they have hurt and maimed and lied and cheated and so much worse. They know NCSWIC.
He’s just THE Master Troll and like a cat, seems to enjoy “playing” his enemies into oblivion.
I love him.