You'd almost think that we rather like (in an entirely paradoxical, a kind of perverted way, a sort of screaming masochism) scratching mosquito bites.....
You'd almost think that we rather like (in an entirely paradoxical, a kind of perverted way, a sort of screaming masochism) scratching mosquito bites.....
LOL....I recall one thread from a few years ago, by somebody called Squilly.......the scheme of high school boys about to become rich by exporting small lots of grey market iPhones to Poland with the help of a wealthy investor who was working as a security guard at their high school....or something like that
edit; or was his name Squally? Or maybe Squally was Squilly's brother (and the main character in the story)