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We have a Bill & Ted thread?
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<center>Boy the way Glen Miller played,
songs that made the hit parade,
guys like us we had it made,
those were the days,
and you know where you were then,
girls were girls and men were men,
mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again,
didn't need no welfare states
everybody pulled his weight,
gee our old Lasalle ran great,
those were the days!</center>
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Quote:Originally posted by TheDude
He's trying to say
Every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn... Just like every cowboy sings is sad, sad song. Every rose has it's thorn, yeah it does.
*wipes tear*
:o Do not mock them!
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they do a great job mocking themselves...no need
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Gip, after all my dates, about 2 hours later a large black man comes to my house threatening to put a cap in my ass becasue I tasted the honey but didn't polinate the bee. What am I doing wrong?
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you sure you didn't raid Laz's video collection?
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Quote:Originally posted by BITENY
Quote:Originally posted by TheDude
He's trying to say
Every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn... Just like every cowboy sings is sad, sad song. Every rose has it's thorn, yeah it does.
*wipes tear*
:o Do not mock them!
Your right... I shouldn't make fun...
It's bad enough I kicked C.C. DeVille in the ass when he asked me for a quarter outside Penn Station.
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