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I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of these forums, and the way people on these forums treat others. I find it VERY immature, and very discraceful. And to be honest, I've had it up to here with all this. Sometimes I just feel like shouting something really nasty, but I cannot, because I know how to control myself, unlike some people on these boards. I mean, c'mon guys, what ever happened to the good old days? where there were hardly any arguements, complaints and abuse towards other players?!
Cant it all STOP?! That is all I'm asking, for all this cr*p to end right here, right now. I'm so damn sick of it! and I'm sure some others among the crowd agree with me too. |
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TrueHeaT:
I think this would be a perfect thread to find some song lyrics to spam. |
i agree with kawaii....there is an aweful amount of negative attitude on these forums.....
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Hear hear TrueHeaT!
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your right but some people bring it on apon themselfs
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no one voice your opinions, just all be stupid and nice! let's all hug and use letters as words and say "lol" in posts! never make a complaint, complaints are bad! don't debate over things either because debating is stupid and dumb let's all just hug and agree on the same thing! |
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TrueHeaT:
Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down. All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town. She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench. She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch. She got all the downtown boys, all at her command But you've got to watch her closely `cause she ain't no woman She's a man. |
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I agree with you, Saria. But most of them don't give a rats a$$ about it and they'll just keep doing it cause it makes them feel better when they make fun of others cause they have a crappy life. I say the need serious help. Don't you?
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You shut up!
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Eh....i feel like I'm in the 80s when i think about that GROOVY MAN! |
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v. damned, damn·ing, damns v. tr. To pronounce an adverse judgment upon. See Synonyms at condemn. To bring about the failure of; ruin. To condemn as harmful, illegal, or immoral: a cleric who damned gambling and strong drink. To condemn to everlasting punishment or a similar fate; doom. Doesn't seem like a swear to me :rolleyes: |
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That's why I don't even start flame wars when people say "Please die," etc.
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Your so annoying! hey maybe if we get rid of all our problems first we can have love and friendship |
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues |
See. No one respects anyone here. That's why they are online and not out in the real world doing things. Cause they start crap and people hate them. I don't care if anyone tells me to shut up, cause I will not shut up. And if you don't like that, then go away and do not read this.:(
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Let your complaints be known, let your voices be heard...but do not forget honey goes a lot farther than vinegar.
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Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles |
this is a stupid thread basically saying that everyone should agree on the same thing no matter what. never debate on things. don't ever complain (even though we have the right to complain seeing as how we paid for the game).
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You really should take your own advise! |
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Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone ya when you are young and able. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck. They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck." Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. |
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"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. |
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You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
I've never heard any of those songs, TrueHeaT. :( :( :( :(
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I never found out why you left him
but this answer begs that question too blind to see tomorrow too broke to beg or borrow young and stupid left wide open hearts are wasted lives are broken One more point of contention I need some intervention approached with vague intentions betray my short attention span the distance bridge the border beg forgiveness round the corner Everytime I look for you the sun goes down and I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around but everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more will the last one out please shut the door More time apart will give you a few more months to argue is this too much to live through? it always seemed to far to drive the point home send more letters pray tomorrow ends up better Everytime I look for you the sun goes down and I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around but everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more will the last one out please shut the door I never did do anything that she asked I never let what happened stay in the past I never did quite understand what she meant in spite of everything in spite of everything Everytime I look for you the sun goes down and I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around but everytime I look for you the sun goes down and I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around but everytime I look for you the sun goes down |
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Delete or close the topic or have lyrics forever! |
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ooo, what the hell? |
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trueheat said he is going to keep up with the lyrics until the topic is deleted. |
And I thought I was a spammer.
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I think I'll-...Wait, no, the music I listen to is foreign. :) And I can't exactly type up Rammstein or Malice Mizer, now can I? ^__^
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