The reason you haven't felt it
is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one.

D. Draper
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 14:47, 7 replies)

well that's a load of old twaddle.

(waxdart hello., Mon 25 Oct 2010, 14:49, closed)

Try listening to John Hamm say it!
Then it's just silky-smooth logic.
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 15:01, closed)

Or, as Mrs Vagabond describes him
"Jon Hamm with no H and two Ms."
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 15:12, closed)

That's just daft
No-one SELLS Cylons, they're sentient beings
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 14:51, closed)

Blasted Baltar, giving them ideas!

( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 14:57, closed)

I may well die alone
... but I don't think I was born alone. I'm pretty sure my mum was there too.
( Ramsay Tupper, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 16:15, closed)

yeah
what if you're part of twins/triplets etc.
or a Siamese twin?

I call shenanigans.

SHENANIGANS!
(Raol Duke, Mon 25 Oct 2010, 16:23, closed)