Love Child
One Love
Conchaga said:
Hmmmm too bad I haven't made that phone call yet. Spose I will get to it in a week or so.
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We have lost someone
- Thread starter Conchaga
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Hmmmm too bad I haven't made that phone call yet. Spose I will get to it in a week or so.
Love Child
One Love
Can we pos karma someone who is dead?
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
So did he have a lot of stuff? I like stuff. Can I have some of his stuff?
Love Child
One Love
Hmmm that is a good question. I'm thinking the answer is no. I do however have "stuff" of my own. I will gladly send it to you in a care package.
missmanners
grrrrrrrr...
^ But are you, like, sure thats what he wanted to say? I mean, boredome might be a real word and stuff.
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Grammour Boy
Rebel
Yeah...in Asia Minor "bore dome" is a dish--a delicacy, really.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
Hey! I called dibs on the stuff! I asked first, I get first pick!missmanners said:^ But are you, like, sure thats what he wanted to say? I mean, boredome might be a real word and stuff.
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Conchaga
Let's fuck some shit up
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Listen, friend, if you're gonna go around spell-checking every misspelt word on TK, you've got A LOT more work to do.
I suggest you start here.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
It's like he's still here with us...can't you just feel his presence?
HEY! DEAD BOY! GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS!
HEY! DEAD BOY! GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS!
eloisel
Forever Empress E
My early apologies for this groaner but this thread reminded me of this old poem:
Read out loud if you know it.
The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there's a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven't any.
Please come if you can't; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery's sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don't really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout "hooray!")
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away.
Read out loud if you know it.
The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there's a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven't any.
Please come if you can't; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery's sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don't really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout "hooray!")
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away.
Grammour Boy
Rebel
I read it....Interesting.