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| SweetAngel | posted on 07-26-2001 @ 8:32 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01  | I hadn't heard this song in a long time, but for some reason I've been hearing it a lot the past few weeks and it always makes me laugh. (Young - Young - Scott) Well I'm upper upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire I've got big balls Oh I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night We've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Dirty big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) (We've got big balls) (We've got big balls) And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker)  | ||||
OA.com's Bodyguard Anger problem? What anger problem? I hate the fucking mud! USA | posted on 07-26-2001 @ 9:15 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Guns For Hire The word is out That I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer A mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman - I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns for hire Shoot you with desire I'm a wanted poster A needed man Running right across the land I'm a smooth operator A big dictator Gonna mark you with my brand My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Got gun's for hire Shoot you with desire (Quick draw on the floor, big shot) Hot to trot, big shot Take a lot Never get the drop on me I'm a real entertainer Mischief maker Lover in seven languages My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire This gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire A gun's for hire Shoot you with desire What you get, but shot You can't get the drop on me, girl "What are you speaking, German Brian?"
"Brian, what the hell are you talking about?" Proud to have graduated Mrs. Moosen on 7/21/01 | ||||
| Tequila Fez claims this land in the name of Portugal! Why worry about the train if it never makes it around the tracks?? IrishAlkey wuz here!!! | posted on 07-26-2001 @ 10:13 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - Shook me all night long Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing 'Cause the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - Shook me all night long Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap well if you're having trouble with the high school head he's giving you the blues you want to graduate but not in his bed here's what you gotta do pick up the phone I'm always home call me anytime just ring 362436 oh I lead a life of crime dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap you're got trouble in your life of love you got a broken heart he's double dealing with your best friend that's where the teardrops start pick up the phone I'm here alone or make a social call come right in forget about him we'll have ourselves a ball dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap if you got a lady and you want her gone but you ain't got the guts she keeps nagging at you night and day enough to drive you nuts pick up the phone leave her alone it's time you made a stand for a fee I'm happy to be your back door man dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap concrete shoes, cyanide, T.N.T. done dirt cheap neck ties, contracts, high voltage done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds do anything you want me to done dirt cheap dirty deeds dirty deeds done dirt cheap  AOL/AIM - oanda1027fm | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-26-2001 @ 11:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Hells Bells I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm comin' on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's putting up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you CHORUS: Hell's Bells Yeah, Hell's Bells You got me ringing Hell's Bells My temperature's high, Hell's Bells I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if [God's | good's] on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you CHORUS yeow Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now Hell's Bells, the temperature's high Hell's Bells, across the sky Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's Bells, gonna split the night Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah Ow, ow, ow, ow Hell's Bells  | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 07-26-2001 @ 11:56 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | ahhh...another thread of great music before my time (1976) (Young, Young, Scott) If your havin' trouble with your high school head He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed Here's what you gotta do - Pick up the phone I'm here alone Call me any time 36 24 36 (slaver) I lead a life of crime Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat Your havin' problems in your life of love You got a broken heart He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start - Pick up the phone I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in Forget about him We'll have ourselves a ball Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat If you got a lady but you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' you night and day Enough to drive you nuts - Pick up the phone Leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee I'll be happy to be Your back door man Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done Dirt Cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done Dirt Cheap LOVE AT FIRST FEEL (1976) (Young, Young, Scott) You never told me where you came from, You never told me your name, I didn't know if you were legal tender, But I spent you just the same. I didn't think it could happen to me, But I fell in love in the first degree - It was love at first feel repeat repeat They said it was disgustin' They told me it's was a sin, They saw me knocking at your front door, And they saw me smile when you let me in. Yeh honey we're all alone, But lets get it happening, While your mum and dad ain't home - It was love at first feel repeat repeat (Feel good just like I knew it would) last time, the insects got me, but  | ||||
| ass-fucker | posted on 07-27-2001 @ 11:27 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | want to tell you a story about a woman i know whn it comes to loving she steals the show she ain't exactly pretty ain't exactly small 42-39-56 you can say she's got it all never had woman, never had a woman like you doing all the things, doing all the things you do ain't no fairy story ain't no skin and bone but you give it all you got weighting in at nineteen stone you are a whole lotta woman whole lotta rosie, whole lotta rosie you're a whole lotta woman oh honey you can do it do it to me all night long only one to turn, only one to turn me on do it all through the nght time and right around the clock to my surprise rosie never stops you are a whole lotta woman whole lotta rosie, whole lotta rosie you're a whole lotta woman  | ||||
| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 07-28-2001 @ 1:51 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00 | In honor of Jimmy Breuer: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) (1981) Who Made Who (1986) LIVE (1992) SINGLE: Big Gun/For Those About To Rock-Shoot To Thrill(live) (1993) (Young, Young, Johnson) We roll tonight [We're on tonight] To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oooh, salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you (x4) Shoot, shoot (x2) For those of you, for those who ???? Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you (x3) Fire The narrator in Fight Club is the man we will be, Patrick Bateman in American Psycho is the man we want to be Eliza Dushku- Hotter Than Britney | ||||
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