The Longest Thread Ever!

[Smoke]

News Flash!!!!!!

....I rock....:bow:

I will now pull out my hand mirror which I store in my man-purse, and bask in my awesomeness. :flirt:

I don't blame you a bit.

 

[Mister_T]

I don't blame you a bit.

Flattery, will get you everywhere Bill.

 

[Buttercup]

Flattery, will get you everywhere Bill.

Hey! He's mine....get yer grubby green hands off him!

 

[ChristineES]

Guess the lyrics part II.
The last one was too easy (it was Satisfaction, which MidnightBlue correctly said). This one will be a little bit harder, but not too much harder.

Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor

 

[lunamoth]

Guess the lyrics part II.
The last one was too easy (it was Satisfaction, which MidnightBlue correctly said). This one will be a little bit harder, but not too much harder.

Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor

Werewolves of London.

 

[Mister_T]

Hey! He's mine....get yer grubby green hands off him!

Dem's fightin' words...I see green karate-chops in your future.

 

[Smoke]

Hey! He's mine....get yer grubby green hands off him!

You're more his type, dammit -- but I can dream.

 

[Smoke]

Dem's fightin' words...I see green karate-chops in your future.

I thought she was talking to me about you.

 

[Buttercup]

I thought she was talking to me about you.

If you haven't figured out by now that I have a crush on you.....all's I can say is, "Dee dee dee!"

 

[ChristineES]

Guess the lyrics III. Yep. Werewolves of London.
These are too easy.
Here is the new one!
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong,
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song.

 

[Mister_T]

I thought she was talking to me about you.

Apparently, you're more her type.

 

[Mister_T]

By the way, there is way too much winking going on in this thread. I'm starting to think there's something going on that I don't know about. :areyoucra

 

[Shadow Wolf]

Peace sells.......but who's buyin'?

 

[McBell]

From all lives beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach us what to think
But everyone says different things
But they're all convinced that
They're the ones to see

So they keep talking and they never stop
And at certain point you give it up
So the only thing thats left to think is this

People tell me a and b
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They're pushing me from black to white
They're pushing till theres nothing more to hear

But don't push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
cause I decide the way things gonna be

Theres a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone

I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free

 

[ChristineES]

Here is a poem I heard on Lamb Chops Play-along more than 10 years ago (it may be offensive to vegetarians):

Mary had a little lamb
She ate it with mint jelly
every where that Mary went
The lamb went in her belly

 

[ChristineES]

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

 

[ChristineES]

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
MAN, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.

 

[ChristineES]

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g'joob

 

[ChristineES]

Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying.
I'm cry------------ing, I'm crying.

 

[ChristineES]

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your Knickers down.