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Ants in My Pants Billy
Prettiest Butterfly in the garden
All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003.
I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 12:19 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01
| Money
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
Money it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
Money it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling section
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
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That is so Lame
| posted on 06-07-2001 @ 5:10 PM | |
Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 01
| um.....ok
xoxo
~*missy*~
**rock on Blink 182**
DESTROY ALL TEENYBOPPERS!
"ThErE RiGhT TuRnS MaKe A LeFt, i WaN Go HoMe." |
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jap bike jim
| posted on 06-07-2001 @ 5:16 PM | |
Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00
| can never go wrong with some floyd
"what about me, what about raisin" |
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fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red
G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S.
Red Wings Captain Cecil
JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 06-07-2001 @ 5:38 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00
| pink floyd...applies to everything in life
i didn't watch out so the insects got me
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OA.com's Bodyguard
Anger problem? What anger problem?
I hate the fucking mud!
USA | posted on 06-09-2001 @ 3:01 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01
| This is a little late since I haven't been around much lately.
The Boys Are Back In Town
Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her
Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them
That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town
"What are you speaking, German Brian?"
"Brian, what the hell are you talking about?" |
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