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| Shelle Bink True star of the celebrity softball game: the redhead in section 101. | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:08 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01  | The alarm sounds again Gotta get up for class But I can’t move my ass Gonna be late there again But you know I need my rest If I’ll perform at my best All I need is five more minutes Then I should have the strength to sit.. up Or maybe hit the snooze button once more And sleep five minutes more The phone rings again A telemarketer seems real keen To sell me some magazines I hang up again When will those guys get it through their heads No one’s buying at 8 am! All I need is five more minutes Then I should have the strength to sit.. up Or maybe hit the snooze button once more And sleep five minutes more I’m sure that some way I’ll get up today But for now instead I’m staying in bed  So How Was Phantom Of The Opera? | ||||
| Joe Soprano | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 10:05 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | One More Minute by Al Yankovic Lyrics: (constant "doo wop"s in the background throughout the song) Aahh Well I heard that you're leavin' (leavin') Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind) 'Cause you found a brand new lover You decided that I'm not your kind (aahh..) So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex (oohh..) And I tore all your pictures in two And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo) That's right (that's right) you ain't gonna see me cryin' I'm glad (I'm glad) that you found somebody new 'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass Than spend one more minute with you I guess I might seem kinda bitter You got me feeling down in the dumps 'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love And I have to use the self-service pumps Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two 'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face Than spend one more minute with you I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork Than watch you going out with other men I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yah) Again and again and again and again and again Oh, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, Darlin... I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches) Shove an icepick under a toenail or two I'd rather clean all the bathroom in Grand Central Station with my tongue Than spend one more minute with you Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks Or stick my nostrils together with Krazy Glue (TM) I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades Than spend one more minute with you I'd rather rip my heart out of my rib cage with my bare hands and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it 'till I die Than spend one more minute with you   <---- Kiss me helmet. | ||||
| red rocket Secret Sex Chat | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 12:07 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | Missy Elliott: One Minute Man Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night, for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man [Trina] Uh, uh You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Missy](Trina) Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off God Bless The USA. | ||||
| windowlck | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 12:16 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole. You've waged a war of nerves But you can't crush the kingdom Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar. You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter Rascist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where I've come [from]. My past. You've waged a war of nerves But you can't crush the kingdom Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar. You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone  "DON'T LET THE TIME PASS WAITIN' FOR THE ANSWER" - Fear Factory | ||||
| IrishAlkey Chucky Official OA.com Homo CUNT ROCKETTE Look who's laughing now, fuckers!!! Is It In Yet? JYD-4-LIFE [Sarcasm]Subzero316 fan since day one!!1!![/Sarcasm] "my mod powers are on temporary hiatus" This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 4:27 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Aug. 01 | Luniz: I Got 5 on it... INTRO: Creep on it, on it See I'm ridin' high, high Kinda broke it seem to y'all So all i got is five, I got five [Yukmouth] Playa, give me some brew And I might just chill But I'm the type That like to light another joint Like Cypress Hill I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it I got some bucks on it But it ain't enuff on it Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s Never the less I'm hella fresh Rollin' joints like a cigarette So pass it 'cross the table like Ping Pong I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong It's on, wrap my lips around a 40 And when it comes to get another stogie Fools all kick in like Shinobi No, me ain't no homie to begin with It's too many heads To be poppin' it at my friend hit-bit Unless you pull out the phat crispy five dollar bill On the real, before it's history Cause fools be havin' them vaccum lungs An if you let 'em hit it for free You hella "dum-du-dum-dum" I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe Avoidin' all the thick teasers, Skeezers and weirdos That be blowin' off the land like "Where tha bomb at?" Give me two bucks, you take a puff And pass my bomb back Suck up the dank like a slurpy, the serious bomb Will make a nigga go delirious like Eddie Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie Cause homies nag me To take the dank out of the baggie CHORUS: I got five on it Grab your 4-0, let's get keyed I got five on it Messin' wit that Indo weed I got five on it It's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it Potna, let's go half on a sac [Numskull] I take sacks to the face whenever I can Don't need no crutch I'm so keyed up so the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a hampa to burn slow So the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra Hoochies can hit, but they know They got to pitch in Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension Cause I'll be damned If you get high off me for free Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief What's up, don't babysit that, better pass the joint Stop hittin', cause you know you got Asthma Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O I know I failed, Cause I done smoked major weed, bro And everytime we with Chris That fool rollin' up a fattie But the Tanqueray straight had me -CHORUS- [Numskull] Ay, make this right, man Stop at the light, man My yesternight thang got me hung off the night train You fade, I face, so let's head to da east Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish I wish I could fade the eighth, But I'm low budget Still rollin' a two door Cutlass, Same ole' bucket Foggy windows, soggy Indo I'm in the land gettin' smoked with my kinfolk [Yukmouth] Been smoked Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down Up in the OAK the Town Homies don't play around We down to blaze a pound Then ease up, speed up through the ESO Drink the VSOP up with a lemon squeezer And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do Kick in feed, cause where I be's We need tab like a foo-foo -CHORUS  | ||||
| Sir Okonkwo | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 4:44 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01 | Well, I heard that you're leavin', Gonna leave me far behind, 'Cause you found a brand new lover, You decided that I'm not your kind, So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex, And I tore all your pictures in two, And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go, Just because it reminds me of you. That's right, you ain't gonna see me cryin'. I'm glad that you found somebody new, 'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass, Than spend one more minute with you. I guess I might seem kinda bitter. You got me feelin' down in the dumps. 'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the Gas Station of Love, And I have to use the self-service pumps! Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase. You ain't gonna break my heart in two. 'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face, Than spend one more minute with you. I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork, Than watch you going out with other men. I'd rather slam my fingers in a door, Again and again and again and again and again. Aw, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, darlin'. I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches, Shove an ice pick under a toenail or two. I'd rather clean all the bathrooms in Grand Central Station with my tongue, Than spend one more minute with you. Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks, Or stick my nostrils together with Krazy Glue. I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades, Than spend one more minute with you. I'd rather rip my heart right out of my rib cage with my bare hands and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it till I die... Than spend one more minute with you.  | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 8:02 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | quote: LMMFAO!!! WOW Okinowo, you must really like that Weird Al song.....  | ||||
| Joe Soprano | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 11:31 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | quote: You're telling me! He's rippin' me off - HOOhoohoohoo <---- Kiss me helmet.This message was edited by Joe Soprano on 10-1-01 @ 11:33 PM | ||||
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