I love you nut, but there would be no mistaking your posting style. Now that badgirlWhoScrewsLesboBikersWithTheHerp is gone the attacking is done, it's all in fun now.

This thread is useless without pics?

Put the bottle down and step away. Crawl slowly to the bedroom, then lie down in the bed. Keep one hand on the floor to minimize the bed spins, then come back tomorrow.

Put the bottle down and step away. Crawl slowly to the bedroom, then lie down in the bed. Keep one hand on the floor to minimize the bed spins, then throw away your computer halfbit. [/Simplex3]

ROFL

Whoa! Didn't you say you weren't coming back? [/luv]

Couldn't stay away from my mad photoshop skillz. [/4th]

Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held
In narrow bands of white
The sun is turning black
The world is turning gray
All the stars fade from the night
The oceans drain away

Horizon to Horizon
memory written of the wind
Fading away like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane

In a Vapor Trail

Atmospheric phases make the transitory last
Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past
Silence all the songbirds
Stilled by the killing frost
Forest burn to ashes
Everything is lost

Washed away like footprints in the rain

In a Vapor Trail

I call bullshit.

Jack, relax. Get busy with the facts
No zodiacs, or almanacs
No maniacs in polyester slacks
Just the FAX (facts)
Gonna kick some gluteus max
It's a parralax ya dig
It's all jet big it's a rig
It's action, reaction, random interaction
So who's afraid of a little abstraction
Can't get no satisfaction from the facts
Ya better run homeboy
Facts are facts from Nome to Rome boy

What's the deal?
Spin the wheel
If the dice are hot, take a shot
Play your cards, show us what ya got
What your holdin
If the cards are cold don't go folden
Lady Luck is golden
She favors the bold, that's cold
The night starts playin saxophones
So get out there and rock, and roll the bones.



Get busy

I'm surprised you can.

Everyone wait. This could be the mother of all serial posts....

You must've lived on the northside. You certainly fit the stereotype.

oh, c'mon luv...

everybody knows that all the methheads in the whole country live in springfield...

we sure don't have any up here... :p :p :p

She disses Springfield again, and I'll take my fat ass to Tennessee and sit on her meth smoking face.