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A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
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i saw him on ventura blvd before his death
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It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime What better place than here What better time than now All hell cant's stop us now |
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play in a band
We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty These other gals mean nothing to me Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night 'Cause I'm more than a handfull you'll see [Chorus:] So kiss me, I'm shitfaced and i'm soaked and i'm soiled and brown in the trousers, She kissed me! And I only bought her one round :glugglug |
I can bench press a car
I'm an ex football star with degrees from both Harvard and Yale Girls just can't keep up I'm a real love machine I've had far better sex while in jail I designed the Sears tower I make two grand an hour I cook the world's best duck flambe I'll take the pick of the litter And girls jockey for me I don't need these lines to get laid [Chorus] I'm the man of the night A real ladies delight See, my figure was chisled from stone One more for the gal then I'll escort her home Come last call, I'm never alone I own a house on the hill with a red water bed It puts Hugh Heffnor's mansion to shame With girls by the pool and italian sports cars I'm just here in this dump for the game :glugglug |
Ahh, fuck it. Who am I shittin'?
I'm a pitiful sight And I ain't all that bright I'm definitly not chisled from stone I'm a cheat and a liar No woman's desire I'll probably die cold and alone But just give me a chance Cause deep down inside I swear I got a big heart of gold I'm a monogamous man No more one night stands Come on, honey, let me take you home |
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For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston for Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame for here are all one and our hearts are true and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue. for boston for boston 'til the echoes ring agin! For Boston for Boston thy glory is our own for Boston for Boston 'tis here that truth is known and ever with a right shall our heirs be found 'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned for Boston for Boston thy glory is our own! |
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a hod, You see He'd sort of a Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born, to help him on with His work each day, He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head chorus: And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake His friends assembled at his wake And Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch Biddy OBrien begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee chorus: Then O Connor took up the job "Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye're wrong I'm Sure, Biddy then gave her a belt on The gob and left her sprawling on the Floor, there the war did soon engage Woman to Woman and Man to Man Shillelah-law was all the rage, an A Row and a Ruction soon began Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him, it missed him falling on The Bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, Tim Revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead |
drinking loud singing pruoud
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NOBODY GETS OUT OF HERE ALIVE!
http://www.idafan.com/Jim-Pam-McClure.jpg ...so bottoms up! :glugglug |
cheers joe
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If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life If I ever leave this world alive I'll come back down and sit beside your feet tonight Wherever I am you'll always be More than just a memory If I ever leave this world alive If I ever leave this world alive I'll take on all the sadness That I left behind If I ever leave this world alive The madness that you feel will soon subside So in a word don't shed a tear I'll be here when it all gets weird If I ever leave this world alive So when in doubt just call my name Just before you go insane If I ever leave this world Hey I may never leave this world But if I ever leave this world alive She says I'm okay; I'm alright, Though you have gone from my life You said that it would, Now everything should be all right She says I'm okay; I'm alright, Though you have gone from my life You said that it would, Now everything should be all right Yeah should be alright |
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Said her name was Marie
From the banks of the Lee With the prettiest eyes my own had ever seen Her hair like ripples They danced with the tide As our hearts washed away to the sea Was she sent down from the heavens above Her breath pure as whiskey my heart fell in love Now the devil is courtin' a different tune And I laugh as the tears was the rain Tell me why no one`s listenin' Is there nothing at all left to say In a world so unforgiving You mean more to me each every day So may the living be dead in our wake One cold winters night behind the clouds stars did hide And the ghost of our souls thanking Christ we`re alive Our spirits they crackled with lovers first sight Till the mornin' came fresh with a new Will you dance with me now heavens child sang the clown We`ve nothing left to lose but your wings and my frown Where over the hills the valleys will ring To the sound of our love singin' true Tell me why no one`s listenin' Is there nothing at all left to say In a world so unforgiving You mean more to me each every day So may the living be dead in our wake But the summer sun is melting now With the leaves I`ll soon be gone Will you have the strength when the emptiness shadows fall Or will your aching heart be ripped apart By the beating from the storm Or will howling gales like yesterdays be gone Yeah be gone... be gone Was she sent down from the heavens above Her breath pure as whiskey my heart fell in love Now the devil is courtin' a different tune And I laugh as the tears was the rain Tell me why no one`s listenin' Is there nothing at all left to say In a world so unforgiving You mean more to me each every day So may the living be dead in our wake |
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Yipee! WooHoo! Nice! <------------ |
G'night all. :321GFY
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another whiskey saturday night
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jack daniels, jimk beam johnny walker :glugglug |
kicking it
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cocaine, herbs, rolling rock and minor threat
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Now Mohawk John knew he did wrong
when he went and killed some men They sent for the marshal to bring him in they sent for Marshal Skin He rolled into town, and pulled his cowboy hat down Cause everyone knows a skinhead, and skinheads aren't allowed (skinheads aren't allowed) in Mohawk Town The sun was high and his mouth was dry So he rolled up to the saloon He ordered himself some red eye he knew he'd meet John soon Checked out all the Mohawks sittin roud the bar He knew he found the Mohawk town and John couldn't be too far He rolled into town, and pulled his cowboy hat down Cause everyone knows a skinhead, and skinheads aren't allowed (skinheads aren't allowed) in Mohawk Town He walked out of the saloon and there stood Mohawk John He didn't have no time to speak both guns had just been drawn Now Mohawk John was quick but Skin shot straight and fast He put a slug right through his heart and laid him on his back He rolled into town, and pulled his cowboy hat down Cause everyone knows a skinhead, and skinheads aren't allowed (skinheads aren't allowed) in Mohawk Town |
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stabnd by for majorca
im so fucked up smack cheers man trust me, cheer on this one :glugglug http://www.bloodorwhiskey.com/links.htm#majorca So tired of the race you were out of your face When you said that you'd take a vacation Away from the pain and the mind numbing strain Of your drastically changed situation Your friends said you should it would do you some good To break out of that morbid routine You've been here a day it's not easy to say But you're starting to see what they mean Standby for Majorca sunshine and beer Escape from the rain eases the pain but I wish you were here You sit by the pool and you feel like a fool 'Cos your mind doesn't match what you're wearing All morning you fought in your heart 'cos you thought You'd be left with this burden you're bearing You're starting to brood there's a change in the mood So you go for a walk in the sand There might be a way this could all be OK It just won't be the way that you planned Standby for Majorca sunshine and beer It's ninety degrees under the trees but I wish you were here You're taking some stick 'cos you're dressed up so slick And you're starting to fancy your chances Still bored with the pub you'd endure the flash club As a means to some short term romances There's one in the queue and she's staring at you And it's making you feel so alive It might be sometime 'till you'd call yourself fine But at least you're now gonna survive |
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