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Post by Galactus on Mar 20, 2007 14:44:11 GMT -5
Keep your shoes on. I threw a lamp!
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Post by kmc on Mar 20, 2007 14:44:42 GMT -5
Is this the end of the Clique? Sedaka fucking sucks, I knew it.
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Post by Galactus on Mar 20, 2007 14:47:42 GMT -5
I'm going to start a new clique..a Tom Selleck clique!
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Post by kmc on Mar 20, 2007 15:01:02 GMT -5
He's dynamite in the sack, I hear.
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Post by Kensterberg on Mar 20, 2007 15:01:54 GMT -5
Tom Selleck is awesome. Can I be in your new Tom Selleck clique?
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Post by kmc on Mar 20, 2007 15:03:50 GMT -5
It's probably just as exclusive. I hope I can get in.
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Post by Galactus on Mar 20, 2007 15:54:40 GMT -5
I'm going to need you guys to fill out the applications. We can't just go letting everybody in now can we?
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Post by shin on Mar 20, 2007 15:54:42 GMT -5
He's dynamite in the sack, I hear. You might want to check again on that. I hear things are a bit different. |
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Post by Galactus on Mar 20, 2007 15:57:27 GMT -5
Now, I'm not claiming my mustache is on the same level as Mr. Selleck but let it be known for those who are excepted complimentary mustache rides will be given by my self or one of the staff.
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Post by luke on Mar 21, 2007 7:07:50 GMT -5
You Castaways-only guys have no idea how bad it smells over there, like burning hair and poop. It's because shin won't lay off the Sex Panther. |
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Post by Fuzznuts on Mar 21, 2007 8:12:29 GMT -5
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
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Post by kmc on Mar 21, 2007 8:45:36 GMT -5
Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you
make me hate you too
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck
you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery
And when you stare you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game
oh no
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy
yeah
I'll be writin' down your obituary
History
You got your bitches with
the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
Pain!!!
And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said
That means you
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Guccione Jr; at Spin
What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more
Pussy than you?
Fuck you
Suck my fuckin' dick
You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
while they be payin' their hard earned
Money to read about the bands
they want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk
I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah!
You may not like our integrity yeah
We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah
And in this corner weighing in at 850 pounds,
Guns N' Roses
Get in the ring
Yeah
Yeah this song is dedicated to
all the guns n' fuckin' roses
Fans who stuck with us through all the
fucking shit
And so all those opposed...
Hmm...well
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Post by Thorngrub on Mar 21, 2007 9:01:14 GMT -5
I'm gunna start a Tom Jones clique *begins rotating hips wildly*
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Post by Thorngrub on Mar 21, 2007 11:51:25 GMT -5
If the two forums became one super forum, with enough members to keep the threads varied and active, I'll be back faster than shit off a shovel.. = Largest Bomb dropped on these forums, wow |
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Post by wayved on Mar 22, 2007 0:09:38 GMT -5
A clique in message boards? how LAME can it get?
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