NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Everybody keep on hippy babbling! Cos it's the thread that never ends! It goes on and on my friends! Somebody started singing it...C'MON! *does the Lleyton Hewitt hand gesture thingy*
It's the thread that never ends It just goes on & on my friends Somebody started it so many months ago and it'll go on forever 'long as we all feed the show so it's the thread that never ends....
I, however, would rather see the worlds biggest string of balls. One long enough to wrap around the moon, I think. Stop flashing me, man, not that moon. Nice tits, bitch. We had 3 dogs before winter hit, now we have 1. I know somebody with one testicle, howbout you?
never knew someone with one testical but i did know a kid how's bro did i think but he went to iraq. damn hat war sucks. last night i got something else that sucked and then i paid it, wendsday... is when i will get paid, i hate working, i hate my boss, tony danza is a dick too because who is the boss but i really don't watch to much of that shit anymore, speaking of shit, i gotta go take one.
the pointless forest. Who ever heard of the story the point? well oblio is a lot like a hippie. shunned by the man because he is different. so what if the dog barks or the hippie sings man. it's all about what you do with the shaft and how you use it you know takes experience but if you do it right you'll never have to eat split pea soup again drugs i could care less if you use them or not as long as you see the green light man just go for it
me and some friends sung the song that nvr ends for three hours straight one time...and we were sober, kinda bored i guess, i spent most of the lats few days plaining boreds which sux, but i need the money for a car, stupid sociaty and its forcing us to pay for things with there idea of what has value, some of the stuff that means the most to me were free.
Used to sing a bus version while waiting on the Austin Metro It's the bus that never comes We've just been sitting on our buns The bus was s'posed to be here About an hour ago, And we've just been sitting here bouncing a bored toe cuz it's the bus that never comes...
Somebody can! somebody can! somebody can! somebody can! somebvecdy can" sonfebeldy can! somebedy can! somebody can! ASH CAN! ASH CAN HOUNDS! *gasp* I LOVE THE FIRE ENGINE WITH ITS FLISHY FLASHY GATE WITHIN AND ORAGE COLOURED CENTIPEDES AND PEOPLE SITTING ON THEIR KNEES AND MAGICAL SMALL CATS OF SORTS THATS SMELL OF FIRE HOUSE AND SNORTS! Just practised speaking complete nonsense to my ex over msn it was fuhhn.
oh hey i get it cause i love it. it love m e back. sometime its a bitch. bitches azre very nice, except when there dogs cause thats beastality sorta :S beast of burden is a n awsome song cept that song was about sex. sex on form? always say yes. be open and say yes. well theres my try :S
the establishment is the core of the apple, the slip of the peel on a cupcake lake of capitalism. we are the buzz followers of the wagging tail down this rocky road of ice cream for i scream, man. some of us are marshmellows and some of us are nuts. dig? there goes my two cents
enough sense there for two. two more bowls after dinner and then we'll be rockin'. rock out, chillin like a villain. villains suck man, they steal your shit. who the hell would want my shit?
nice...... course some of us are nuts & some of us are wing nuts; V-kid says that we're nuts & bolts Anybody ever seen a wingnut tree?
we all have seen a tree....the question is have you ever looked at a tree....a tree...to see cause i'm rambling...just ramble on and sing your song of careless worries in your mind
But I bet you've never seen a tree doing a sing song, man. Treest aren't much for singing, but they do whisper once in a while... They haven't quite got the pipes, y'know?
confusing. the fusing of the cons cons are the bad slices in the pie of life. Pie is good specally pumpkin. Pumpkin; the kin that pump. Arnold schwartzanager pumps iron. I pump water wen I camp. Camping takes me outside, outside the wall. all alone, or in twos the ones who really love you; walk up and down outside the wall; some hand in hand, and some gather together in bands. The bleeding hearts and the artists made their stand; and when they've given you their all, some stagger and fall. After all it's not easy, beating your heart against some mad bugger's wall. Isn't this were we came in?
man i hippie bable when i listen to trippy music for long periods of time in a low lit area. that and when i become sleep deprived... o man good convos