Dude, the ENTIRE thread is spam, and has no purpose whatsoever. :D

http://photobucket.com/albums/y293/l.../th_slotje.gif

Dalamar, that is percisely my point. I would never dream of cheating... [img]tongue.gif[/img] Besides i like the smell of cheese. Limburger especially. :D

Johnny, the thread is supposed to be a fun spam, which is kosher. As a jew spammer i should know the difference.

open the lock. ;p

In the same line of thought, does anyone remember the fantastic song "The Key, The Secret" by the Urban Cookie Collective? Or is that a Dutch thing?

Dude, the ENTIRE thread is spam, and has no purpose whatsoever. :D

http://photobucket.com/albums/y293/l.../th_slotje.gif </font>[/QUOTE]Shoosh! Don't let him catch on! ;)

Oh, he won't. I'm preoared to beat T-D-C into a pulp with the lock in johnny's post! rawwr!

How many posts do I have to have to get rid of this avatar...I always hated it..

http://spikedhumor.com/Article.aspx?id=1057

:D :D :D

"Spukes Black Baron, T-D-C's neighborhood, the Wizardry 8 forum, the Current Events forum, and a small island off the coast of Japan"

Wow, I feel really random today.

I had never commanded the Spukes to be launched! Raaawr!!! ***Blows away Marty4 with suppository machinegun, widening his poop shoot****

I'm crazy
crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
crazy for feeling so blue

I know
you'd love me as long as you wanted
then someday
leave me for somebody new

worry
why do I let myself worry
wondring
what in the world did I do

crazy
for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for crying
I'm crazy for trying
I'm crazy for loving you


Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly just ride away
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such