Starting Spreading The News...I'm leaving..(On August 11th)

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Louise_Sweeney0012

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Hi lovers!

I've decided that when I hit my 20-year anniversary here on August 11th, I'm going to leave the forum and grow old gracefully.

Parting gifts I'm deciding between:

1. Publishing all the PMs I've ever recieved. People, especially the men, are so friendly, I think there could be a real increase in the board's feelgood factor!

2. Revealing the identity of my famous lover. This would be a real treat for you all, but obviously I'd be forgoing a massive payday from the tabloids.

3. Handing over my login to my twin sister Bernadette. Could the forums benefit from a zealously religious nymphomanic? She's dreamed of organising a naked Badminton tournament on Salinas for years, but was thwarted by her wrist injury, now she's shuttling cocks again, perhaps this is the time.

I realise my departure my difficult for you all, so for (your) personal growth, I want to be clear, it's not me, it you. 20 years of me is more than you deserve, but in some ways, I will always be with you.
 
A week to go, then I'll be gone, like the darkness at dawn. I really appreciate the private messages, but I can't really reveal too much. Bernadette has come a cropper again this weekend and badminton is the last thing on her mind. I told her you can't trust men bearing gifts but she's such a giver, you know.

So with all that in mind, I can't give an email address or phone number to the lovely chaps asking. The best form of connection is prayer, of course. It was prayers from here that cured Bernadette's worst injury ever. She still claims it happened at badminton!
 
10 hours to go. I'd imagine for you folks my time here has been similar to the plot of the movie 'Passengers', where the hero is stuck in space with a hot woman for many years.

In years to come, when I am but I distant memory, remember that I came from you:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 
W_I_C said:
Dragging out this farewell tour, Louise. Who do you think you are, Danny Rampling?
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It's my final day. My 20th anniversary here. Like Danny, I am a sovereign being, standing in my own truth, no longer to be encumbered by rules to which I do not consent. It many ways my emancipation from the forums' rules are a microcosm of global situation espoused by Sir Danny, and when the day comes, the scales will fall from your eyes.
 
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