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*Singing*
To dreeeaam, the impossible dreeeam!
To dreeeaam, the impossible dreeeam!
:o Why are you smoking!
A nice tasty parrot... that'll do for Sunday Lunch :) - No wait, I am a vegetarian. Back to the pink flowers... >:( Blast these New Year Resolutions!
Everyones a hypocrite...
Yes Sir
Just keep bouncing, soon we will rule the world! Mwahaha- OW! I landed on a conker.. >:(
Did you know you can not touch all your teeth with you tounge?
I bet you tried it.
You are an idiot. You are probaly now pondering 'But I can do it..'
You will now post this on to other idiots.
I bet you tried it.
You are an idiot. You are probaly now pondering 'But I can do it..'
You will now post this on to other idiots.
She's hot...
¡ɹǝʞɔns (: ʇı pɐǝɹ oʇ punoɹɐ pɐǝɥ noʎ pǝuɹnʇ noʎ ʇǝq oslɐ ı puɐ (: ƃuıʎɐs ɯɐ ı ʇɐɥʍ pɐǝɹ ʇou uɐɔ noʎ ʇǝq ı ɐɥɐɥ
"I'm not gonna buy my kids an encyclopedia - let them walk to school like I did"
"Why is there no monument to porridge in our land?
If it's good enough to eat, It's good enough to stand"
"Why is there no monument to porridge in our land?
If it's good enough to eat, It's good enough to stand"
†wïlïgh†
ñêw Mððñ
È¢lïþ§ê
ßrêåkïñg Ðåwñ
ñêw Mððñ
È¢lïþ§ê
ßrêåkïñg Ðåwñ
Must punch air to get rid of my other side..
No, you can never get rid of me.. remember?
Please! Stop! Go away! Punch-air-punch-air
I will never go away! I am your conscience... I am here due to your schizophrenic feelings... remember?
No, you can never get rid of me.. remember?
Please! Stop! Go away! Punch-air-punch-air
I will never go away! I am your conscience... I am here due to your schizophrenic feelings... remember?
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
Adrain, we will return to Plan B. Get the Briefcase!
PurpleEarmuff
Created on:
28-Oct-2008
Life sucks and then you die...
