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Pink Floyd

Originally posted by: JeffSpicoli
Ticking away the moments that make up a small day?

more like ticking away the moments till that girl will go out with him.


"she said a million years... 999,999 years, 362 days, 22 hours, 31 minutes...30 minutes.... "
 
night after night, we pretend it's all right, but i have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing's very much fun, anymore....
 
Originally posted by: Walleye
night after night, we pretend it's all right, but i have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing's very much fun, anymore....

And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
 
Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: Walleye
night after night, we pretend it's all right, but i have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing's very much fun, anymore....

And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on

I feeel... cold as a razorblade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drunk,

on to the bedroom and the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorites,

dont look suprised this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days...
 
Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: stormbv
If ya wanna be my lover, ya gotta get with my friends! 😛

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|

😛

Kill him! kill the infidel!!!!


*grabs pitchfork*


come on storm.... 😛
 
Originally posted by: Walleye
Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: Walleye
night after night, we pretend it's all right, but i have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing's very much fun, anymore....

And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on

I feeel... cold as a razorblade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drunk,

on to the bedroom and the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorites,

dont look suprised this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days...

I feeel... cold as a razorblade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum,

Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorite axe,

dont look so frightened this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.

close 😛
 
Originally posted by: Walleye
Originally posted by: JetBlack69
Originally posted by: stormbv
If ya wanna be my lover, ya gotta get with my friends! 😛

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|

😛

Kill him! kill the infidel!!!!


*grabs pitchfork*


come on storm.... 😛

*lights tourch and grabs bigger pitchfork*

 
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