Originally posted by: Tikigod
... kind of a touchy dead horse that's been beaten far too many times.
Heck, I'd say you couldn't even beat it anymore. It's more like a puddle of something formerly known as "horse" being stomped around in gleefully by a few (one) people on the boards.
... kind of a touchy dead horse that's been beaten far too many times.
Heck, I'd say you couldn't even beat it anymore. It's more like a puddle of something formerly known as "horse" being stomped around in gleefully by a few (one) people on the boards.
Sounds like you're describing glue. It would be the substance that holds us together, so your analogy is so appropriate in ways you might not have considered when you wrote that.
