Mother fuckers....
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 3:12 pm
CBS Canceled Joan of Arcadia
What a crock of shit! :icon33:
What a crock of shit! :icon33:
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 3:16 pm
DON'T WORRY, WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU WON'T NEED JOAN OF ARCADIA, YOU'LL NEED A COFFIN.
Re: Mother fuckers....
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 3:19 pm
quoteMercy Killer wrote:CBS Canceled Joan of Arcadia
What a crock of shit! :icon33:
Re: Mother fuckers....
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 3:47 pm
Get out of here you sick and infested trailer park trash whore...go spread your shit somewhere else and die.Mercy Killer wrote:CBS Canceled Joan of Arcadia
What a crock of shit! :icon33:
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:15 pm
feel the love.... :icon26:
i pity you all.... lol
my yard is pretty
my roses are budding all 15 of them
got my tomatoes in
I also have a giant crow bringing
some wonderful gifts to my bird bath
yesterday I got a squirrell head
then the foot
I thought the breaded chicken thigh was nasty.
Im busting out the bb gun
i pity you all.... lol
my yard is pretty
my roses are budding all 15 of them
got my tomatoes in
I also have a giant crow bringing
some wonderful gifts to my bird bath
yesterday I got a squirrell head
then the foot
I thought the breaded chicken thigh was nasty.
Im busting out the bb gun
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:27 pm
...yet you're rotting from the inside...that disease you're spreading around is killing you...
go birds
go birds
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:41 pm
bet Im healthier than your scrawny ass 
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:53 pm
Were all dying dude :icon26:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:59 pm
btw...it's one birdDuhard wrote:
go birds
and he has a name
It's Simon
Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 8:05 pm
:lol: