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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 01-05-2002 @ 6:22 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | Nada Surf Popular Three important rules for breaking up Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to Prolonging the situation only makes it worse Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly Don't make a big production Don't make up an elaborate story This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene If you wanna date other people say so Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected Even if you've gone together for only a short time, And haven't been too serious, There's still a feeling of rejection When someone says she preferres the company of others To your exclusive company, But if you're honest, and direct, And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news, The boy will respect you for your frankness, And honestly he'll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner In which you told him your decision Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends I'm head of the class 'm popular I'm a quarter back I'm popular My mom says I'm a catch I'm popular I'm never last picked I got a cheerleader chick Being attractive is the most important thing there is If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond You have to be as attractive as possible Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean Wash it at least every two weeks Once every two weeks And if you see Jonny football hero in the hall Tell him he played a great game Tell him you like his article in the newspaper I'm the party star I'm popular I've got my own car I'm popular I'll never get caught I'm popular I make football bets I'm a teachers pet. I purpose we support a one month limit on going steady I think It will keep you both more able to deal with weird situation And get to know more people I think if you're ready to go out with Jonny Now's the time to tell him about your one month limit He wont mind he'll apreciate your fresh look on dating And once you've dated someone else you can date him again I'm sure hell l did Everyone will appreciate it You so novel what a good idea You can keep you time to your self You don't need date insurance You can go out with whoever you want to Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours if you'll just listen to my plan THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY  for a grrl in need of a tourniquet But can you save me Come on and save me If you could save me From the ranks of the freaks who suspect they could never love anyone... | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 1:15 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Loser In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so shave your face with some mace in the dark savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo. Cut it. Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare ban all the music with a phony gas chamber 'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job the daytime crap of the folksinger slob he hung himself with a guitar string a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing you can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite that's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (get crazy with the cheese whiz) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (drive-by body-pierce) (yo bring it on down) soooooooyy.... (I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (I can't believe you) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Schprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin'?) for a grrl in need of a tourniquet But can you save me Come on and save me If you could save me From the ranks of the freaks who suspect they could never love anyone... | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 2:54 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (Radiohead) When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again, She's running out She's run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special... But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here.  I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. Thanks Gooch for The Sig She-Mail Me Here This message was edited by GonzoStyle on 1-6-02 @ 2:58 AM | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 3:00 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Go I’ve got a new friend She’s hangin’ on my wall She’s not like the others She’s the fairest of them all When the world it brings me down And life don’t flow my way I’m thinkin’ I should end it all But I got a new solution I got a new solution I’m gonna pick up some beer And stay at home And stare at my Claire Danes poster Sometimes my stomach hurts Early in the day But one look in her direction And the pain just goes away When I toss and turn at night And I can’t go to sleep There’s too much shit swimming in my head But I got a new solution I got a new solution I’m gonna pick up some beer Stay at home And stare at my Claire Danes poster She looks so bitchin’ She always listens She never tells me I’m a loser I’m a loser She is so beautiful And she always understands Every once in awhile I pretend she’s my hand Go I’m gonna pick up some beer Stay at home And stare at my Claire Danes poster She looks so bitchin’ She always listens She never tells me I’m a loser loser Pick up some beer Stay at home And stare at my Claire Danes poster She looks so bitchin’ She always listens She never tells me I’m a loser loser Loser loser Loser loser Loser loser  AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 3:07 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (Limp Bizkit) Looks like I'm 'a do everything myself Maybe I could use some help But hell, you want something done right You gotta do it yourself Maybe life is up and down But, my life's been what to now? I crawled up your butt from hell And that's when things got turned around It used to be a lie And now it feels pathetic And now I get it What's done is done You just leave it alone And don't regret it Sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you) Why do you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me) How could you do somebody like that You know that I'm never coming back Looks like I'm 'a do everything myself Maybe I could use some help But hell, if you want something done right You just do it yourself Got it? Maybe life is up and down But, but my life's been what to now? Got it? I crawled up your butt somehow Got it? And that's when shit got turned around It used to be a lie So pathetic But now I get it What's done is done I know, you just leave it alone And don't regret it But sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you) Why do you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me) How could you do somebody like that You know that I'm never coming back Depending on you is done (is done) Giving to you is done No more eating, no sleeping, no living It's all just what giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done) But hiding from you is done (is done) But lying from you is done No more eating, no sleeping, no living It's all just what giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done) Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you) Why do you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me) How could you do somebody like that You know that I'm never coming back But why? Why? I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. Thanks Gooch for The Sig She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 01-06-2002 @ 3:38 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01 | Legend In My Spare Time Bloodhound Gang Ashes to ashes and funks to funky Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy Cause I'm a Loch Ness a Loch Ness a Loch Ness monster Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door, "Could you be a sponsor?" Tiny Bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk If you wanna look like Rocky Dennis better drink your milk When I'm feeling Oriental I gotta rub my chin I'm gonna hold my water in like I'm Gunga Din So have a taste of my bass cause the girlies got smiles You get on my case like the Rockford Files Crazy Eddie in the slammer cause he's giving it all away John Boy in the barn with a horse in the hay No rhyme no reason no job no class And we don't go near the ghetto cause they'd shoot our ass Go go yeah yeah huh what? I'm a legend in my spare time If you ain't ever been to the suburbs Don't you ever come to the suburbs Cause you wouldn't understand the suburbs Cause I'm a huskin' a huskin' a huskin' your corn I'm as deep as a plot to a gay porn So Uh-Oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body I know that she's a hotty but damn that girl could party So come to me momma it ain't no crime I'm a skilled love doctor growlin', "What's your sign?" Did the Flamin' Waffle with Ho Chi Min Your girl's a dollar bill 'cause we don't know where she's been J.F.K.'s head's a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle Barbara Eden in the bottle and now i'm gonna guzzle You're too what? Shy shy huh what? Hush hush yea? I knew why Cause we're playing the Palladium can't get on Star Search Daddy Legs standing tall he can do the Funky Lurch And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular You know I know you know your not the tough guy that I thought you were Go go yeah yeah huh what? I'm a legend in my spare time Cause I wopbobaloobop Ha cha cha chatch Come lick my balls Vive la my crotch Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy your momma thinks I'm crazy But neither of them know that you are carrying my baby And I'm the Amos I'm the Andy I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy I gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie It takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis And your throat is swollen gloryholen' ya blew us George Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low That's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show Go go yeah yeah huh what? I'm a legend in my spare time  | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 5:23 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | from the album: One Foot In The Grave your brains went black when she took back her love and put it out into the sun the birds did fly when the heavens all went dry and the cigarettes were smoking by themselves she'll do anything she'll do anything she'll do anything to make you feel like an asshole call her name she looks the same as you question marks stretched across her skin she dangles carrots makes you feel embarrassed to be the fool you know you are she'll do anything she'll do anything she'll do anything to make you feel like an asshole Nitemare Hippy Girl from the album Mellow Gold She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin She's a nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Self-conscious and a little bit fruity It's a new age let-down in my face She's so spaced out and there ain't no space She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style [Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.] She's a nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Uptight and a little bit snooty Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.] She's a magical, sparklin' tease She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze Yo, she's busting out onto the scene With nightmare bogus poetry She's a melted avocado on the shelf She's the science of herself She's spazing out on a cosmic level And she's meditating with the devil She's cooking salad for breakfast She's got tofu the size of Texas She's a witness to her own glory She's a never-ending story She's a frolicking depression She's a self-inflicted obsession She's got a thousand lonely husbands She's playin' footsie in another dimension She's a goddess milking the time for all that it's worth 
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| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 8:24 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01 | Asshole [Spoken] Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job I'm your average white suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh) No, I've gotta go out and have fun At someone else's expense (Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane While people behind me are going insane I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole) I use public toilets and piss on the seat I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?" I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole) Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole) Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong Naaaah! I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole) [Spoken] You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOu know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why. [Spoken] Two words. Nuclear fucking weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiple that by 15-million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes... (Hey) and Lee Marvin (Hey) and Sam Pekinpah (Hey) And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas... (Hey, you know you really are an asshole) Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal! I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole) A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody! A-S-S-H-O-L-E [Barking] Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Fung achng tum a fung tum a fling chum Oooh Oooh [Spoken] I'm an asshole and proud of it! | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 12:26 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (SLIPKNOT) Come on !! Here we go again mother fucker !! Yeah !! Come on down and see the idiot right here too fucked up and I am not afraid to care doesn't matter what can nominate her anyway run get the fuck out of my face on a turn and I can't feel anything it isn't nothing but a self that can decay I feel like I'm wounded and I got a fucking gun against my head you live when I'm dead one more time mother fucker !! Everybody hates me now so fuck you pulled to my feet and my hands and I don't know why I'm not afraid to cry but that is none of your business so you feel it, kick it, see it, feel it, eat it, beat it out so I can spit in his face I wanna leave without a trace get out, I don't want to die in this place people=shit [x4] (what you gonna do) (I'm not afraid of you) (I'm everything, I'm not a pain) Come on !! It never stops you can't blame everything on everyone I got changed and I'm sittin on the side of satan what do you want from me? You never told me what I was meant to be now over to it, don't tell me to feel it stop your bitchin' and fight your way through it I'm not like you I just fuck up kill them mother fucker everybody has to die kill them mother fucker everybody has to die !! People=shit [x5] (yeah) People=shit [x4] (what you gonna do) (I'm not afraid of you) (I'm everything, I'm not a pain) You're dead to my eye !! I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. Thanks Gooch for The Sig She-Mail Me Here AIM me here for cyber. | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 01-09-2002 @ 1:38 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | The Maestro Who is the man coming down your block It's me you see with the funk in my walk 'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day and I'm a get nice too You gotta keep movin' and you can't say nothing I'm a keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know --- I am the maestro I feel like Rufus Thomas The crown prince of dance I'm Mike D and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block Like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose 'Cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player I play Don't play to win I play to show I am the maestro! Who is the man.  | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 01-09-2002 @ 1:59 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | I'm the Man '91 Intro 1991, always on the run Seven years ago we wrote this one Like Ernest and Julio, before it's time Sever years later and it's holding up fine Stupid motherfuckers like to slug us and dis But there was no bandwagon when we wrote this 'Cause we stretched our boundaries We opened the door That no one attempted before Five guys in shorts, who gives a shit We do what we like, we don't care where we fit All you new jacks, what is it? You're kidding me, get off our dicks Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit And we don't care for writing hits The sound you hear is what we like And I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your (Psych!) Beat the beats the beats you beat The only thing harder's the smell of my feet So listen up close or you might get dissed Go drain the lizard or take a piss... Watch the beat Chorus I'm on your case, I'm in your face Kick you and your father back in place Step off sucker understand Don't you know I'm the man We got real def rhythms and fresh new jams If ya think we've got egos well we're just hams Scott plays stickball and likes to skate Frankie's never on time he's always... Drinking the drinks, the drinks I drank I put my money in the bank They cut their crack, they offer joints We don't do drugs do you get our meaning... Point, point, point, point, and watch the beat Chorus For a heavy metal band raps a different way But we like to be different and not cliche Well they say rap and metal can nver mix Well all of them can suck our...(dicks) Fart the farts the farts he farted I pick my nose but I'm not retarded Like El Duce says "Smell my anal vapor" And wipe my butt, with your fuckin' face You stupid idiot... Chorus Sooooooo, as this rap is winding down It's plain to see I forgot my hat You know Anthrax is number one But we don't care we just wanna have...(party) Buff the buff the buff he buffed We are the kings and all shall buff We're like a diamond, this is forever And will remain the hardest ever! | ||||
| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 01-09-2002 @ 3:27 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00 | I wrote her off for the tenth time today And practiced all the things I would say But she came over I lost my nerve I took her back and made her dessert Now I know I'm being used That's okay man cause I like the abuse I know she's playing with me That's okay cause I've got no self esteem We make plans to go out at night I wait till 2 then I turn out the light All this rejection's got me so low If she keeps it up I just might tell her so When she's saying that she wants only me Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends When she's saying that I'm like a disease Then I wonder how much more I can spend Well I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Now I'll relate this a little bit That happens more than I'd like to admit Late at night she knocks on my door Drunk again and looking to score Now I know I should say no But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go I may be dumb But I'm not a dweeb I'm just a sucker with no self esteem  "It appears my wee wee has been strucken with rigor mortis." | ||||
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