Ye gods, Man!!

[curiousa2z]

now how will I get the last word?

 

[The Dork Lord]

Start a LAST WORD THREAD?

 

[Gagh]

How about a BIBBLE thread? You can almost hear the anger in those.

 

[curiousa2z]

there is that.

 

[Falconarg]

shut up

 

[curiousa2z]

hmmmm...I feel like singing all of a sudden:


lalllalllaaalalaaalallalalalalalaLA,
with a HEy! Nonney Nonney and a HEY!

CockaloRUM!


exeunt with flourish

 

[curiousa2z]

or mayhap some vintage Donovan:
When I looked out my window
Many sights to see
And when I looded in my window
So many different people to be
That is strange, so strange
You got to pick out every stitch (3)
Must be the season of the witch (3)

When I looked over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Summer cat looking over
Its shoulder at me
Any strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch (2)
Greet me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)

You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch
Greet me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)
When I go

When I looked out my window
What do you think I see
And when I looked in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch (2)
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)

 

[The Dork Lord]

I love it when you sing for us

 

[Falconarg]

:jayzus:

 

[EnglishRose]

They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow,
Quite rightly.
They call me Mellow Yellow.

 

[Falconarg]

k

 

[curiousa2z]

it's getting close to May Day
time for a little practise:

*dances the Staines Morris*

and you all can sing along! Come on!

Staines Morris

Come ye young men, come along
With your music, dance and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For tis that which love commands

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

It is the choice time of the year
For the violets now appear
Now the rose receives its birth
And the pretty primrose decks the earth

Here each bachelor may choose
One that will not faith abuse
Nor repay, with coy disdain
Love that should be loved again

And when you well reckoned have
What kisses you your sweetheart gave
Take them all again, and more
It will never make them poor

When you thus have spent your time
And the day be past its prime
To your beds repair at night
And dream there of your day's delight

 

[EnglishRose]

*sings along*

 

[The Dork Lord]

*plays guitar*

 

[Falconarg]

*glocks rose head whit a sniper rifle*

 

[Loktar]

*glocks falc's ass with a penis rifle*

 

[Love Child]

I love curiuos in the badlands. This is good stuff. good stuff!

 

[Falconarg]

*kill rose*

 

[Love Child]

I love curiuos in the badlands. This is good stuff. good stuff!

*kisses Curious

 

[The Dork Lord]

*watches and gets turned on*