i say that poo had it comming to him, the nerve of it to just be lying around waiting...in secrete. and then as the young un-expected Johnathan comes around.....BAM! it strikes!
your lucky man, god only knows just how many people expirience what you did and they don't make it back alive.
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
ah yes, the ass. that's the main target of choice for those cunning bastards. we must do something about the poo, running around free and untammed, reckless and willing to create havoc on civilization and their asses. *shakes fist*
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
yes...yes it is. you know them boys shouldn't be fighting foo man. foo is overrated. i once thought to myself, you know i think the world would be a lot safer place if them boys wern't fighting foo. i mean sure, foo is plenty bad in many ways, but think about it....poo vs foo? poo would most definitely pick foo's ass, then poo would crap on foo's face, just because it especially more evil then foo. this is what i'm asking now, that the foo fighters stop fighting foo and get to work on poo. because after all, poo is a very harmful thing. and it's when these poo fighters are out at night fighting poo and all it's evil ways, i will sleep better each night.
thank you all.
Reno
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
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
ugh..i woke up at 8 am coughing and all phlegmie and didn't stop for like...2 1/2 hours...and then i o.d.'d on medicine and got all dizzy and stuff and went back to sleep for 3 hours, and now here i am, all good!