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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:01 am
"Lets streak! Be free and shake it around!"
"Will people be chasing us with torches and sticks?"
"...No.."
"Then I am in!"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:03 am
"I'm gonna ask him how the hell he's gonna fix this economy."
"Oh honey, he wouldn't know that, he's the president!"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:04 am
"You guys are a bunch of idiots!"
"A bunch of naked idiots!"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:11 am
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:22 am
Take your hand off that melon.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:26 am
Extra medication for all!
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 6:28 am
"'Haunt me!
Haunt me, do it again!'
Says the ram-faced boy!"
I love that song sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:19 am
*starts singing
i am a squirrel and your not how pathetic u are
so im a squirrel and your not how pathetic u are
you dont have a fluffy tail
you dont have SQUiRRLY WRATH...
you just build to destroy while i
collect some nuts
U ALL SUCK
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:50 am
once upon a time there were fore raging monkeys
One of them died in a ball bouncing incident
the other was bipolar and ended up in an institution
THe third was a loser and slept all day and eventually formed blood clots in his legs and is now an amputee
and the fourth was a big time money making pimp
the bipolar monkey eventually got out and got hit by a car ten minutes later and die
the third was depressed and ate himself to death
and the fourth fell off the bed and choked on a sock on the floor...
so ends the legacy of the four raging monkeys. crying
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:54 am
Er....
One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the
local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem, my
husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very
embarrassing. What should I do?"
"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you.
I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will
motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a
good poke in the leg."
In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing
this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the
ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.
"Jesus!", Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the
hatpin.
"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr.
Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is
your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards
Mrs. Jones.
"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.
"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr.
Jones again winked off. However, this time the minister did not
notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few
motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her
husband with the hatpin again.
The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore
him his 99th son?"
Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that
goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half
and shove it up your a**!"
"Amen," replied the congregation.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 1:48 pm
once i had this dream where there was this bearded girl that looked like sean connrey. she was talking to her boyfriend and she said, "would you still love me if I shaved my beard off?" and he says"...i dunno..." then the gurls mom storms in and says "HEY!! TURN OFF THAT GOTDANMED MARiA CAREY MUSiC!!!!!" and then i woke up
this probably means im going crazy 3nodding
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 3:08 pm
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 8:36 pm
Build and Destroy
A majestic vision Of a king who left the system
Lives in his own mind, Nothing affects his wisdom
Who see's no Bridges built Just electric Prisons
Men Enslaved till their Grave In a cell to regret decisions
Not that they made Mother never cared since age 8
From Flat to flat Theyd Move And vacate
Going to school wasnt a rule A childhood Recess
Watched their mother Look to drugs to release stress
But on Benefits theirs no release, So they Roamed the streets
Holding beef as they got older, Family problems not over
Forget stones next to their domes was a rocked shoulder
I see this as a lyrical way of seein the Crtical stage they be in
Their spirit awaits the demon, If not its only minimum wage they seein
Sit and think about the Pivotal place you breath in, its yo choice
Weather u wanna scream in the world or make no noise
Im not a enclosed voice..i hold a million rhymes
youll tell me this storys been told a million times
but Could you tell me why its still being told a million times?
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 10:55 am
The Flying Monkeys of Oz!I love Flying Monkeys. heart
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 11:27 am
My mommy said your face is hot. :3
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