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It was time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDaJpl8jrW8 I'm going to miss that ugly bastard. The smart money's on Harlow, and the moon is in the street And the shadow boys are breakin' all the laws And you're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause And Napoleon is weepin' in a carnival saloon His invisible fiancee's in the mirror And the band is goin' home, it's rainin' hammers, it's rainin' nails And it's true, there's nothin' left for him down here And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time that you love And it's time, time, time And they all pretend they're orphans, and their memory's like a train You can see it gettin' smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget That history puts a saint in every dream Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors, 'Are those dreams or are those prayers?' So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit Oh, it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time that you love And it's time, time, time Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off till I come back again Oh, it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time that you love And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time that you love And it's time, time, time |
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If we have a church service, will they have slot machines in the pews?
If I wear black, will Riot still think I'm a racist? If it's a Catholic service, can we have s'mores for communion instead of bread?
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Remington 5th, One Car Funeral
Thud |
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99-1 shot winner
$246 to win
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Godammity! You knew he would go out that way, but you expected it to be at Thistly or Yippy Downs.
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He mocks us even in death
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I think I'll miss him the most for his intellect and stimulating conversation.
OMG! I said stimulating Perhaps that will bring his pud back to life. THUD!
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Someone wanna explain what happened?
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Apparently he died of a broken pud. His last wish was that all boobie and dupa pictures be forwarded to me.
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Someone please post an address so I can send some flowers. I was thinking.....some thistle would be nice!!!
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Clydee Poo has asked no flowers be sent - but CASH be sent to Morty c/o my good friend Ralphy PO Box OU812 San Diego, CA 92100
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He'll be back - probably with a moniker like Morthimoth.
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I was told by family, distant relatives who won't be identified, that all he asked is that we go to Morton's Steakhouse at least once in the next year...A real meat and potatos man till the end.
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I don't send cash to p.o. boxes, Ralphy Geeker. Instead, I will send you.......2 packages of tender vittles selects.
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Ror tuna flavor please !!
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