A new presence in the shack
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A new presence in the shack
Do you feel it?....Shloemoe can(He's more in tune than you guys)
There's a new personage here...I can feel it in the air.
I believe we have a new member in our member list.
It's
The Anti-Christ!
Hey Anti...you dont mind if we call you "anti" do you?
We'll have no problems Im sure...as long as you dont
try to like pee on anybody(and your not a hot chick!)
er anything....
Greetings oh dark one!!!!...oh and hey keep yer eye on the dude they
call Rotter.
There's a new personage here...I can feel it in the air.
I believe we have a new member in our member list.
It's
The Anti-Christ!
Hey Anti...you dont mind if we call you "anti" do you?
We'll have no problems Im sure...as long as you dont
try to like pee on anybody(and your not a hot chick!)
er anything....
Greetings oh dark one!!!!...oh and hey keep yer eye on the dude they
call Rotter.
Having abandoned my search for truth,
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
hi,i'm God.I just wanted to ask you people where I can find a good taco;I'm so sick of eating angel food pussy all day.I guy needs variety,you know?Well romper stomper bomper boo.I see shloe and rotter are in the antichrists corner of hell.Be careful boys.I don't want you praying to me for brand new dicks after yours falls off from fucking with the Antichist.Have a nice day.
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So you are bigger than me then,huh rotter?Lets have a circle jerk and see who shoots their wad the farthest.I came across the universe on day one,beat that little man.hahahahahahahahahaha..hahahahahahaha!Now bow down and kiss my ass and tell my son Jesus to make me some toast.That boy is so lazy they had to drag his lazy ass to crusifiction,some people...he should have just got a regular nine to five job instead of being a rockn'roll star. ..look where it got him..hooked on wine and sheeps arseholes.
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God is very boringChispaFilthyLucre wrote:hahahahaha really Rotten? single I follow his slogansrotter wrote:then if I'm bigger than God and you're bigger than me then you must be a really "rotten" rotter.ChispaFilthyLucre wrote:and Im more bigger than Rotter
god is so bored
Do ya like my cute little hat?
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http://profile.myspace.com/TheAntiChrist
are you ...I hope no
are you ...I hope no
IF Im hEre iS ThANk to STEVe JoNEs "JONeSyS" FROm sEx PiStoLs
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Aaaaaahahaha.....its Knight Rider;he likes to fuck his car.ChispaFilthyLucre wrote:http://profile.myspace.com/TheAntiChrist
are you ...I hope no
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Here's a poem Written from the perspective of foghorn leghorn
about his love problems:....funny!
T H E G H O S T O F
F O G H O R N L E G H O R N
S P E A K S O F
U N R E Q U I T E D L O VE
BY PAUL GUEST
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I said, listen to me, boy. Only the stars know.
And now you, fidgeting in all the air
like you fear for your neck. Still,
you're young and youth explains away all,
except love. My love. I've a gift
but not for this. It speaks like a house fire.
Or a bullet into a bowl of oatmeal. If fired,
you've got a mess. And I do, I know,
and not one I thought I wanted, like a gift.
Stay with me, son. I'm not wasting air
for your benefit alone. I said, that's all,
and walked off, shaking. It's hard to be still.
It's hard to know how to be still.
When I was little I felt I'd catch fire
if I was too quiet. Nothing's changed at all.
There's nothing worse than to know
my smoke signals go unheeded in the air—
she won't look, speak, accept the gift
I made for her. Her going is my gift.
All that I'll keep. Out to an old still
I'd go and drink until I forget it's air
I need to live, air that fills me now like fire
nothing can douse. For all I know,
the ground beneath me is burned beyond all
knowing. Any of this getting through all
that thick head, boy? Love isn't a gift.
Way off, you're way off. I know
you hope it's feathers flying and time stood still,
crowing from the roof, and gun-fire
meant to silence your song on the night air.
You're not listening. That's just hot air.
It's torture. You're finished, once and for all.
You might as well be old rags in a fire.
I'll say it again: love wasn't a gift
when I fell flat and hard upon it, and still,
I won't dare let it go. It's all I know—
like the air or the sound of my voice, my gift,
all bluster and not a bit of it still.
This fire could burn me alive. Who'd know?
about his love problems:....funny!
T H E G H O S T O F
F O G H O R N L E G H O R N
S P E A K S O F
U N R E Q U I T E D L O VE
BY PAUL GUEST
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I said, listen to me, boy. Only the stars know.
And now you, fidgeting in all the air
like you fear for your neck. Still,
you're young and youth explains away all,
except love. My love. I've a gift
but not for this. It speaks like a house fire.
Or a bullet into a bowl of oatmeal. If fired,
you've got a mess. And I do, I know,
and not one I thought I wanted, like a gift.
Stay with me, son. I'm not wasting air
for your benefit alone. I said, that's all,
and walked off, shaking. It's hard to be still.
It's hard to know how to be still.
When I was little I felt I'd catch fire
if I was too quiet. Nothing's changed at all.
There's nothing worse than to know
my smoke signals go unheeded in the air—
she won't look, speak, accept the gift
I made for her. Her going is my gift.
All that I'll keep. Out to an old still
I'd go and drink until I forget it's air
I need to live, air that fills me now like fire
nothing can douse. For all I know,
the ground beneath me is burned beyond all
knowing. Any of this getting through all
that thick head, boy? Love isn't a gift.
Way off, you're way off. I know
you hope it's feathers flying and time stood still,
crowing from the roof, and gun-fire
meant to silence your song on the night air.
You're not listening. That's just hot air.
It's torture. You're finished, once and for all.
You might as well be old rags in a fire.
I'll say it again: love wasn't a gift
when I fell flat and hard upon it, and still,
I won't dare let it go. It's all I know—
like the air or the sound of my voice, my gift,
all bluster and not a bit of it still.
This fire could burn me alive. Who'd know?
Having abandoned my search for truth,
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
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What a mental thread this is/was
We established that "Size" is everything
If the Anti-Christ and God were to duke it out - who would win?
Wot does the Anti-Christ do at Christmas time?
Anyway AC you can't be the big man, it is God that wins in the numbers game. we all know that he created you.
You may have plans to take over the corporation however...
We established that "Size" is everything
If the Anti-Christ and God were to duke it out - who would win?
Wot does the Anti-Christ do at Christmas time?
Anyway AC you can't be the big man, it is God that wins in the numbers game. we all know that he created you.
You may have plans to take over the corporation however...
"It is I, the gorrilla of 3b. Nigel Molesworth".