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dontwantaname, who could maybe use some help with no1 from one of us who has recent experience with toddler tantrums (wait, that would include Josephus too), wrote:
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Josephus who is somewhere in his late 40's? Maybe? wrote:
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daj59, soon to be depriving all of us of animated gifs, wrote:
SkekTek who thinks that daj won't bring them back if we beg wrote:
dontwantaname, who's acclimating a new group of rats?, wrote:
SkekTek who could see said rats in the rat play pen, right now, if dname had a web cam. Not spending as much one on one time with them, but they get out an hour or two a day....eyeball is still not totally trusting of them! wrote:
dontwantaname, who probably noticed that Tek's fish cam has been off this weekend but the fish are back home and fine, wrote:
SkekTek, whose recent enteries are all about education wrote:
Gumiho, whom Tek hasn't chatted with in some time, wrote:
daj59, who suddenly misses that dog underfoot all the time, wrote:
daj59, who keeps his longcat on a slinky wrote:
dontwantaname, who probably actually has a web cam, wrote:
SkekTek, winding down studentless partytime wrote:
Gumiho, who narrowly missed being smacked MS daj59, wrote:
daj59. aparagonofbeautyandvirtue wrote:
Gumiho, an expert at backpeddling, wrote:
daj59 who didn't read it as a pair of goons of virtue and beauty wrote:
dontwantaname, who probably thought of goons when she saw the Little bunny foo foo shirt place in this week's derby, wrote:
SkekTek who guessed right wrote:
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kenney9226, who recently acquired the possessions of kneney9226 in a legal action, wrote:
Josephus, with veins in his teeth, wrote:
kenney9226, who took part in the massacree, wrote:
Josephus, excepting Alice, can get anything he wants at Alice's restaurant, so he wrote:Yeow! Tailored suits, chaufeured cars, Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, all for a price, Where the red hot girls keep on dancin' through the night. The claim is on you, the sights are on me, So what do you do, that's guaranteed? Hey little girl, you want it all, The furs, the diamonds the paintings on the wall. Come on, come on, lovin' for the money, Come on , come on, listen to the money talk Come on , come on, listen to the money talk A French maid, foreign chef, A big house, with kingsize beds. You had enough, you ship 'em out, The dollar's up, down, you better buy the pound. The claim is on you, the sights are on me, So what do you do? That's guaranteed, Hey little girl, you break the laws, You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on etc... Money talks, Yeah! (solo) come on, etc money talks, talks, talks, Oh, here it comes, yeah, yeah, yeah! Money talk!
After learning a lesson about trash disposal, Josephus wrote:I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle It was late last night the other day I thought I'd go up and see Ray So l went up and I saw Ray There was only one thing Ray could say, was: I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle Just last week I was on my bike I run into a friend named Mike Run into my friend named Mike Mike no longer has a bike. He cries: I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
SOLVE THE SOCIAL SECURITY PROBLEM: KILL ALL THE OLD PEOPLE. That is all.
no1 wrote:SOLVE THE SOCIAL SECURITY PROBLEM: KILL ALL THE OLD PEOPLE. That is all.
What happens when the young people become old?
FenStar wrote:What happens when the young people become old?
Same as now, Mr. Star. Eventually they die.
HiddenIdentity, not to be left out, wrote:There's a Rose In a fisted Glove And the eagle flies with the dove And if you can't be with the one you love It's alright Go ahead and love the one, love the one, love the one your with Love the one, love the one, love the one your with If your guy can't come to you And you don't remember who your talking to Your concentration slips away Because your baby, she is so so far away Chorus: And there's a rose in a fisted glove And the eagle flies with the dove And if you cant be with the one you love Love the one your with Don't be angry Don't be sad Don't sit cryin' for good times you had There's a girl right next to you And she's waiting for something to do Chorus Do it Do it Do it Turn your heartache into joy She's a girl and your a boy Get together, make it tonight, You ain't gonna need no more advice Chorus Just love the one your with
"Love the one you're with," not "your with"
no1, continuing to express himself, wrote:Well I came across a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him tell where are you going This he told me Well I am going down to Yasgur's farm Going to join in a rock and roll band Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free We are stardust, we are golden We are ten billion year old carbon And we got to get ourselves back to the garden Well then can I walk beside you I have come to lose the smog And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning And maybe it's the time of year Yes and maybe it's the time of man And I don't know who I am But life is for learning We are stardust, we are golden We are ten billion year old carbon And we got to get ourselves back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden We are ten billion year old carbon And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
no1 wrote:do do doot! do do doot!
kenney9226 wrote:I'm not silently self reflecting or anything. I'm just posting for the sake of posting.
Josephus the Wise wrote: I used to like you not no more Listen up I hate you hes likes me now... what do I do? In the gym hes sittin down I sit in front of him,I'm turned around My friends say things like give this to her She won't care,what would it hurt? (chorus) I hate you now go away It never does make my day when people say you like me but really what does it mean when you sit right behind me or anything At band nicco says you like me I never do believe it why should I anyway tomorrow is another day I'm sittin here wastin away you come through the door no limit anymore (chorus)(2) I hate you now go away it never does make my day when people say you like me what does it mean I hate you Get over it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no1 actually wrote:There's a house on my street And it looks real neat I'm the chap who lives in it There's a tree on the sidewalk There's a car by the door I'll go for a drive in it And when the wombat comes He will find me gone He'll look for a place to sit My wife has burned the scrambled eggs The dog just bit my leg My teenage daughter ran away My fine young son has turned out gay Cut off my fingers in the Door of my car How could I do it? My wife is proud to tell me Of her love affairs How could she do this to me? My wife has burned the scrambled eggs The dog just bit my leg My teenage daughter ran away My fine young son has turned out gay And it would be O.K. on any other day And it would be O.K. on any other day Throw down the morning papers And spill my tea I don't know what's wrong with me The cups and plates are in a Conspiracy I'm covered in misery My wife has burned the scrambled eggs The dog just bit my leg My teenage daughter ran away My fine young son has turned out gay And it would be O.K. on any other day And it would be O.K. on any other day
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