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| Doctor Ivan |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
:rolleyes:
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights a nobel prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set you free
You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights a nobel prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set you free
You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality |
You were warned to stop spamming the forums with lyrics and yet you persist.
After just being let out you'd think you'd mind the rules here... well now you're here for another week Sir. I have no joy in locking you up, but you've left me with no other choice. |
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| MLBoros72s |
:jj::jj::jj:
Sorry you don't like it Ivan. It's pretty funny to me. |
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| Bronks Breasts |
| What a shame.. where else will I go for lyrics ? |
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| Reverend Tyler |
Way to go, Titor
:hw: |
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| mingmen |
| he has plenty of shit mults |
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| NoName |
| There is no way the John Titor is a human. |
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| cunning lingo |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
he has plenty of shit mults |
Birds of feather .....you would know , right Ming? |
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| ArivacaCharlie |
Quote: Originally posted by cunning lingo
Birds of feather .....you would know , right Ming? |
As someone who is totally mult-free, I would like to say to John Titor:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by cunning lingo
Birds of feather .....you would know , right Ming? |
my mults are high comedy and not even a secret...yet creativity remains a bridge too far for you, dumbfuck :p |
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| cunning lingo |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
my mults are high comedy and not even a secret...yet creativity remains a bridge too far for you, dumbfuck :p |
Don't let the threat of my higher intelligence scare you. I mean you no harm..... |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by cunning lingo
Don't let the threat of my higher intelligence scare you. I mean you no harm..... |
who said that...cause it sure as shit wasn't you :burst: |
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| mingmen |
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
for twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
is fuckin crazy -- you hear me?
Is fuckin crazy |
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| NickNuke |
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
that super creative mult stench |
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| NickNuke |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
that super creative mult stench |
That's my sweaty balls... Want a sniff? I just had a hard run. |
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| NickNuke |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
that super creative mult stench |
No mults here. |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
That's my sweaty balls... Want a sniff? I just had a hard run. |
:ep: |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
No mults here. |
:rolleyes: |
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| pluckinstrings |
:lol:
JOHN TITOR - RACIST
And...
Not to mention a steaming pile of...
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| pluckinstrings |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
Just wondering... Is this where you start crying and stomping your feet? |
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| blue indian |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
You are a girly-man, barely tolerable. Who hurt you ? |
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| harley-davidson |
Quote: Originally posted by Doctor Ivan
You were warned to stop spamming the forums with lyrics and yet you persist.
After just being let out you'd think you'd mind the rules here... well now you're here for another week Sir. I have no joy in locking you up, but you've left me with no other choice. |
Titor ( shit stir ) you've even managed to aggravate the fairest mod on SFN .....con grats |
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| mickolas |
| What a dumb fucking asshole. |
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| WillowGlen |
| Time to once again point and laugh at the retard in the cage. |
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| IF 6 WAS 9 |
Quote: Originally posted by WillowGlen
Time to once again point and laugh at the retard in the cage. |
:lol:
Too fuckin funny.
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by Doctor Ivan
You were warned to stop spamming the forums with lyrics and yet you persist.
After just being let out you'd think you'd mind the rules here... well now you're here for another week Sir. I have no joy in locking you up, but you've left me with no other choice. |
Hi Ivan , So i should only use recipes as spam like the adult army i don't understand ? |
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| John Titor |
| the adult alert Army can spam recipes but no lyrics gotcha :btu: and mingmen is the only poster allowed to use the N-word. these rules are getting confusing lol. |
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
good question , and mingmen the only poster who can use the N-word. |
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| IF 6 WAS 9 |
You SPAM the forum with your RACIST SHIT. Racist!!!!!!! SPAM BEGETS RECIPES. Which by the way is not spam. You could apply ANY one of those recipes tonight for dinner.
ASSHOLE..
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| John Titor |
| Gotcha soon as i get out i can spam threads with recipes. :D |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
Hi Ivan , So i should only use recipes as spam like the adult army i don't understand ? |
since my life is spammimg can you print me out some ideas |
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| mingmen |
| the stuffed shrimp turned out awesome, harley :bigup: |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
Gotcha soon as i get out i can spam threads with recipes. :D |
good idea :idea: |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
good question , and mingmen the only poster who can use the N-word. |
link to it |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
link to it |
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| John Titor |
(post #32)
Basil Tofu
- 5 green onions, minced
- 6 or 8 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 package firm low-fat tofu, well-drained, sliced and marinated in soy sauce
- 1 cup fresh basil, chopped
- 1 teaspoon crushed chili pepper sauce (sambal oelek)
- 1 teaspoon soy sauce
cooked brown rice
Cook onions and garlic in water or stock or vinegar until tender. Add marinated tofu and cook another 5-10 minutes. Stir in basil, chili pepper sauce and soy sauce and heat through. Serve over brown rice.
Registered: Mar 2006 | Posts: 1716 | Location: NJ | Sex: Man
07-01-2008 02:28 PM
harley-davidson
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(post #33)
BAKED STUFFED SHRIMP
16 large shrimp
2 cups Ritz crackers, crushed
2/3 cup melted butter
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 tablespoons white wine (optional)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/3 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon Old Bay Seasoning or paprika (optional)
1/2 teaspoon pepper
Split shrimp and remove veins and all shells from shrimp except for the joint at the tail. Wash.
Brush shrimp with a little melted butter. Bake in a preheated 325°F for 3-4 minutes. Remove from oven.
Combine remaining ingredients to make stuffing. Stuff centers of shrimp with mixture of all remaining ingredients.
Bake until shrimp changes to a reddish color.
Place shrimp into a buttered casserole. Cook for another 3-4 minutes and cover the shrimp with the cracker stuffing. Bake at 325°F for about 20 minutes or until shrimp are pink.
Submitted by: CM |
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| John Titor |
(post #11)
Fish Tacos
Recipe courtesy Bobby Flay
Show: Boy Meets Grill
Episode: Fiery Fiesta
Tacos:
1 pound white flaky fish, such as mahi mahi or orata
1/4 cup canola oil
1 lime, juiced
1 tablespoons ancho chili powder
1 jalapeno, coarsely chopped
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro leaves
8 flour tortillas
Garnish:
Shredded white cabbage
Hot sauce
Crema or sour cream
Thinly sliced red onion
Thinly sliced green onion
Chopped cilantro leaves
Pureed Tomato Salsa, recipe follows
Preheat grill to medium-high heat. Place fish in a medium size dish. Whisk together the oil, lime juice, ancho, jalapeno, and cilantro and pour over the fish. Let marinate for 15 to 20 minutes.
Remove the fish from the marinade place onto a hot grill, flesh side down. Grill the fish for 4 minutes on the first side and then flip for 30 seconds and remove. Let rest for 5 minutes then flake the fish with a fork.
Place the tortillas on the grill and grill for 20 seconds. Divide the fish among the tortillas and garnish with any or all of the garnishes.
Pureed Tomato Salsa:
2 tablespoon peanut oil
1 small red onion, coarsely chopped
4 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
4 large ripe tomatoes, chopped
1 serrano chile
1 jalapeno, sliced
1 tablespoon chipotle hot sauce
1 tablespoon Mexican oregano
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro leaves
Salt and pepper
Preheat grill or use side burners of the grill. Heat oil in medium saucepan, add onions and garlic and cook until soft. Add tomatoes, serrano and jalapeno and cook until tomatoes are soft, about 15 to 20 minutes. Puree the mixture with a hand-held immersion blender until smooth and cook for an additional 10 to 15 minutes. Add the hot sauce, oregano, cilantro and lime juice and season with salt and pepper, to taste.
Yield: 6 to 8 servings
not spam ? |
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| John Titor |
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights a nobel prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set you free
You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
Neon lights a nobel prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set you free
You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality
but this is spam ? |
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| dreadlock |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
but this is spam ? |
depends how many times you post it |
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by Doctor Ivan
You were warned to stop spamming the forums with lyrics and yet you persist.
After just being let out you'd think you'd mind the rules here... well now you're here for another week Sir. I have no joy in locking you up, but you've left me with no other choice. |
Ok cya in a week Ivan , have a good 4th of july . :D |
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by dreadlock
depends how many times you post it |
it drives obama worshipers nuts when you post those lyrics , its funny as hell. |
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| mingmen |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
it drives obama worshipers nuts when you post those lyrics , its funny as hell. |
:sleep: |
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| Bronks Breasts |
| John Titor..... It is amazing that you are so kind to Dr Ivan,,, I guess you did not know he is a black man. :D |
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by Bronks Breasts
John Titor..... It is amazing that you are so kind to Dr Ivan,,, I guess you did not know he is a black man. :D |
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul |
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| John Titor |
Quote: Originally posted by mingmen
:sleep: |
So fucking what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what
And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
And I've drunk that, I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I've had skag, I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
A-hahaha!
Yeah!
I've had crabs, I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what, so what
I've fucked this, I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
So fucking what!
Yeah |
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| Shark58 |
Appendages flailing running at me, ferocious, tenaciously clawing at me.
The devious gelatin holding me fast, miraculous now you let me ooze past.
Over the wall rushing rivers of sleaze, the tip of stalactites incising my
Knees. A slipper of sand dollar day at the shore, the next evening at home that i
Dread even more.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing your key.
Look back on those days when my life was a haze, gelatin lay on a truncated
Sleigh. Copernicus drank from a vessel that stank, from a freemasons cranked to the
Overflow tank. Bane of the weasel for biting is fun, jump on the turnstile and watch me go
Round. Swim with the cactus and float with the stone, I try to convey what you strive
To condone.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Play it leo!
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me. |
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| harley-davidson |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
the adult alert Army can spam recipes but no lyrics gotcha :btu: and mingmen is the only poster allowed to use the N-word. these rules are getting confusing lol. |
I'm not the one hitting the alert on ya buddy.....I could give a fuck what you post about Obama or MCCain |
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| modeams |
Quote: Originally posted by Shark58
Appendages flailing running at me, ferocious, tenaciously clawing at me.
The devious gelatin holding me fast, miraculous now you let me ooze past.
Over the wall rushing rivers of sleaze, the tip of stalactites incising my
Knees. A slipper of sand dollar day at the shore, the next evening at home that i
Dread even more.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing your key.
Look back on those days when my life was a haze, gelatin lay on a truncated
Sleigh. Copernicus drank from a vessel that stank, from a freemasons cranked to the
Overflow tank. Bane of the weasel for biting is fun, jump on the turnstile and watch me go
Round. Swim with the cactus and float with the stone, I try to convey what you strive
To condone.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Play it leo!
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me. |
A feier zol im trefen, Shark. This is one gentile you don't want to side with.
Want to see pics of Shanghai :hw: |
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| DaXX |
modeams what other names do you post under...
i suspect a few and want you to confirm them. |
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| blue indian |
Quote: Originally posted by DaXX
modeams what other names do you post under...
i suspect a few and want you to confirm them. |
John Titor. Duh. |
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| blue indian |
Quote: Originally posted by Shark58
Appendages flailing running at me, ferocious, tenaciously clawing at me.
The devious gelatin holding me fast, miraculous now you let me ooze past.
Over the wall rushing rivers of sleaze, the tip of stalactites incising my
Knees. A slipper of sand dollar day at the shore, the next evening at home that i
Dread even more.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing your key.
Look back on those days when my life was a haze, gelatin lay on a truncated
Sleigh. Copernicus drank from a vessel that stank, from a freemasons cranked to the
Overflow tank. Bane of the weasel for biting is fun, jump on the turnstile and watch me go
Round. Swim with the cactus and float with the stone, I try to convey what you strive
To condone.
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Play it leo!
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me. |
Reunion coming soon folks !!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Bronks Breasts |
I much prefer this League song....and John Titor I dedicate it to you.
He’s a fucked up man with a fucked up life
Two dirty kids and an ugly wife
Standard clothes and a standard car
acceptable ………..that’s what you are
The only times he’s having fun,
is when he’s up he’s neighbours bum
Kids himself that’s he’s a man
He’s never happy with the plan
Moans about he’s got no class
Because his heads right up his arse
Well we don’t like the things you do
And we will not remember………you
He tells his kids not to be bad
And grow up like their normal dad
Then he sneaks off down the porny shop
To buy his books and rubber cock
He hides behind his mask of grins
And covers all his fucking sins
Well we don’t like the things you do
And we will not remember……. You
Your praying to your god above
To repay all you fucking love
But you’re the meanest cunt in town
The road in you is fucking down
So don’t expect respect from us
You fucked your life up, can’t you suss
Well we don’t like the things you do
And we will not remember……you
Well we don’t like the things you do
And we will not remember……..you |
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| Bronks Breasts |
hell.. here is a DK song for you as well.. Art LaBoe would dedicate this to you..
Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head
CHORUS:
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy
CHORUS
Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls
You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
CHORUS
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think... |
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| SaintJimmy |
Quote: Originally posted by NickNuke
How come Saint Jimmy aint deaded?
He's been posting the same "song and dance" for a year now.... |
:nanana: |
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| uhohhotdog |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
it drives obama worshipers nuts when you post those lyrics , its funny as hell. |
What did I tell you? I told you to be careful. I told you no one likes you on this board. And what do you do? You go and make more monkey jokes and keep putting down those lyrics. You're a moron. You clearly are a troubled guy. Listen, we've been rough on you. I can tell you don't have a lot a friends and are clearly disturbed. Here's the deal: Don't post here anymore. If you don't post here anymore, you won't have any of these problems. All the pain will go away. Just leave.
Seriously, you're an idiot. Not bright. |
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| SHUA1973 |
| really again. for posting lyrics? i don't get it. everyone posts lyrics on here. just look at winsts threads he's got lyrics and youtube embeds everywhere. that shit slows down SFN more than anything. |
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| SaintJimmy |
Quote: Originally posted by SHUA1973
really again. for posting lyrics? i don't get it. everyone posts lyrics on here. just look at winsts threads he's got lyrics and youtube embeds everywhere. that shit slows down SFN more than anything. |
he posted the same song multiple times in multiple threads - just being a fucking dick. |
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| SHUA1973 |
Quote: Originally posted by SaintJimmy
he posted the same song multiple times in multiple threads - just being a fucking dick. |
AH HA. IVAN'S POST SAID "LYRICS" NOT "THESE LYRICS" SO I GOT CONFUSED |
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| Jazzy |
| Titor's like the 5-year old kid that tells a joke and everyone laughs and then he has to repeat it 50 times trying to get the same response. All right we get it already! |
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| Gary_Busey |
Quote: Originally posted by blue indian
John Titor. Duh. |
:pissed: How dare you.
Daxx, to answer your question. gary busey (my cookies are fucked up, its not intentional) and peter file.
baby beckerfer was deaded. :o |
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| artechba |
DEAD MULT WALKING
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| wozardking |
Quote: Originally posted by Jazzy
Titor's like the 5-year old kid that tells a joke and everyone laughs and then he has to repeat it 50 times trying to get the same response. All right we get it already! |
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| pluckinstrings |
| Just wanted to throw in a quick :fuckyou: to Mr. Racism himself... |
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| Big Bambu |
Quote: Originally posted by John Titor
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul |
I go to college
That makes me so cool
I live in a dorm
And show off by the pool
I join the right clubs
Just to build an impression
I block out thinking
It won't get me ahead
My ambition in life
Is to look good on paper
All I want is a slot
In some big corporation
John Belushi's my hero
I lampoon and I ape him
My news of the world
Comes from Sports Illustrated
I'm proud of my trophies
Like my empty beer cans
Stacked in rows up the wall
To impress all my friends
No, I'm not here to learn
I just want to get drunk
And major in business
And be taught how to fuck
Win! Win!
I always play to win
Wanna fit in like a cog
In the faceless machine
[Chorus]
I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal terminal
terminal terminal terminal terminal
I want a wife with tits
Who just smiles all the time
In my centerfold world
Filled with Springsteen and wine
Some day I'll have power
Some day I'll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host
[Chorus]
I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
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| WillowGlen |
| Thought id put them all together to show what a fucktard you are. |
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| artechba |
He couldn't predict three trips to TO and a meltdown :hhh: |
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| Ass Boil |
| Jesus! It seems Holy Titor spends more time in TO than anywhere else :giggle: |
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