Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 90 | |
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Lets ask the magic 8 ball!!!
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it would know better then I |
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oh wow!!! I have a new pet...........
MOTH!!! SHALL I TAKE A PIC OF IT??? |
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AAAA!!! HA HA HAAA!!!
a moth was just attacking my lamp |
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thats it...........im emailing both of u some crazy ****.............
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UPLOADING may take a few minutes!!!!
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<--- I'm soaking my head in it
RIGHT NOW!! |
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man...............ok im out.........i guess u guys have washed ur hands of me
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Ha-Ha! Well now we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences Between human beings and animals that you should know about I’d appreciate your input Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about So put you hands down my pants and I’ll bet you'll feel nuts Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and you’re getting two thumbs up You’ve had enough of two hand touch you want it rough you’re out of bounce I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca Cola stock you are incline To make me rise one hour early just like Daylight Savings Time Do it now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin’ horny now Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means “Small Craft Advisory” So if I capzise on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip So show me yours, I'll show you mine “Tool Time” you'll Lovett just like Lyle And then we do it doggy style so we can both watch “X-files” Do it now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin’ horny now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin’ horny now |
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I'd settle for doin it like they do it on * Animal Planet
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haha orrrrrrrrrrrrrrr MOTHS R US PLANET!!
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OMG!! thats JUST like the moth that was accousting my lamp!!
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DEAR DIARY.....I need to figure out the zoooooooom on this camera.........
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
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man..........i cant read all that gyps........but i love purples pic and not urs......but i do love all u say and talk about............. so lets listen to some soundgarden while i walk down to the liqour store and ill be back and hopefully not kicked off...........cause theyre are other girls who care i think.........
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They pulled that thread. I just had done a drive by too!! hey fanta......nothing exciting in current events??? I see mirror has flooded it with msn news topics....... I think everyone got banned!!! |
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ok buy me some more wine!!!
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They pulled that thread. I just had done a drive by too!! hey fanta......nothing exciting in current events??? I see mirror has flooded it with msn news topics....... I think everyone got banned!!! |
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MR. BOJANGLES
I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you in worn out shoes. With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe. He jumped so high, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was so down and out. He looked at me to be the eyes of age, as he spoke right out. He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead. Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, dance! He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South. He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he traveled about. His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved. He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips. But most of the time I spend behind these county bars. He said, I drink a bit. He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask, please Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, dance! |
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I dont know, I must have missed it!
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