[Where?]

Damn man, she's totally sick in the head - spying on her own dawter is sick and strange and perverted.

[Where?]

The only place, so far, that I have been to in second life in which one can speak freely, expressing his opinion without a fear of reprisal, engaging in a multitude of various topics, cracking a silly joke without a fear of being ejected for a stupid sense of humor in a company of the most smart and intelligent and funny people in second life.

 

I was wrong, seeing only the flowers and failing to spot the serpents under it.

The place rinks of group think, political correctness, and mob-rule, the stupid owner and her deficent knaves dicatating the order of the day, ejecting anybody who dares to make a rude joke, go against public opinion, or question existing notions.