11-25-2003, 05:17 PM
Makes me yearn for the good old days. Back when life was good. You see a girl you like, you walk up to them and whallop them over the head with your caveman club, sling them over your shoulder and back to your cave. No fuss, no muss
<marquee>We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.</marquee>