Welcome to the 'Ire Club.' Hey, didn't we gripe together here once before ?

Come on in and enjoy. You know the rules. The trick is to beguile, tease and entice; undo his reserve and semblance of dispassionate dignity and drown him in his own concupiscence...just as if you pull off the wings off a beautiful butterfly; so all it can do is crawl simpering towards its tormentor, now deprived of flight.

Whoever can click the 'block' button first, having adroitly delivered the final fatal sting 'wins.' Yes, it's that simple.

Here at the 'Ire Club' we're doing our bit to save the planet and reduce population, because there's not a hope in Hell of getting it together on here.






The rose has gone from the garden
What shall we do with the thorns ?
The Shah is not in the city
What shall we do with his court ?
The fair are cages, beauty and goodness the bird
When the bird has flown
What shall we do with the cage ?