No we can work on getting steve back.
Go with it. Have fun. As of now the boys on a remote beach, but you never know what will happen.
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What now of Steve? Did he just disappear? Did Beth kidnap the poor guy? Is he hiding in the cargo hold of the bus? Did Jeremy feed him to the cat? Was he the one who was put into the trebuchet?!
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
well I dunno... We didnt throw Mike in so maybe he'd get quite the laugh from this...
come to think of it why didnt we throw Mike in? he's just as much a part in this as the rest of them...
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
Yeah, or they could say, "Our fans have no lives, and they're plotting to kidnap us and do other unspeakable things to us, and mayhap this has all gone too far and it isn't even about the music anymore, so maybe we should just stop making music and find a cave somewhere to live out the rest of our days hiding from our psycho fans."
You never know.
Or they could, as Alex suggested, just put out a restraining order, and none of us would ever be able to go to an OLP show again...
I think them killing us would be better. Pookie would beat the hell out of me with his drumsticks. And he would make me cry before death too.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I love this topic! I spent half an hour reading all of the replies. How could I not, when it's regarding my favourite subject?
Hey all, I'm (obviously) new here. I come from the OMA board. I'm not quite sure as to whether I should introduce myself, and where, so for the meantime I'll just say hi. Hi!
*runs after cat yelling "get over here you son of a bitch cat!"*
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
*drops to knees, adagio for strings playing in the background*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the cat was my drinking buddy!!! now i got to teach the dog.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown