I think shush. And not really. I was gunna swear at you and then I thought about: If someone else made this thread(i.e:Sam, Becky, Sammy, Shelly...etc...etc). I wouldnt swear at them. I would think that this is funny and I would then make a similar claim. Too bad you are not one of them. So fuck you.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I have noticed a predilection for the hyperbole in his personal life story...but the young man is quite a nice person anyway.
oo look my name ahahah kirk, we should hang out some time :H its been like a month or something since i last saw you
And? I've always thought you were a bag of crap, but I haven't yet ruled out that I may be wrong. There are few people on here who know me well enough to know... Chuck and Syra, as they stayed at my house with me, and meg, as I'm closest to her. It's not like I'm Elvis Presley... what is there to make up?
haha don't take it so hard i thought it was kinda funny, after i understood what he meant. although i'm sure you just wanna make us jealous with your glamorous pseudo-life
You're secretly a middle aged woman working nights at some sleazy diner off the interstate aren't you? Just admit it, we all know..
I come from the land where the oceans freeze Spent three long months on the open seas Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more When my ship hit ground on Prussia's shores How was I to know that day That the winds had swept me Wilson's way 'Cause soon towards me from the East Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts Well it seems he didn't like my face And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place They tied me to a chair with a giant clip And held a piece of paper to my tender nip(ple) Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack And told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be back But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed Singing "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye" When Wilson knew that I was loose I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree So angrily I paddled to the open sea But the sea was eager to beat me back And the waves grew huge and deadly black And the gray clouds rumbled over my head And I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead When the morning came and the storm had passed And the dismal fog began at last To open up before my eyes And there I saw to my surprise Chains and specks of islands curved Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved And I parked my kayak on a stone And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne I said "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye Wilson, kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"
