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Post by Noah on Mar 13, 2010 19:31:23 GMT -5
A Ranger is never drunk, only drinking.
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Post by winka on Mar 14, 2010 5:42:40 GMT -5
St Pats day is coming ,how about a limerick or two?
There once was a man named Marcel as a hero, modest to tell When they asked him, Why? He said, with a sigh, It's impossible not to excel
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Post by winka on Mar 15, 2010 7:56:21 GMT -5
There once was a man named Argo whose voice would often bellow, He said with a shout it all comes about cause I'm a mad wacky fellow
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Post by Noah on Mar 15, 2010 10:13:09 GMT -5
There once was a Ranger named Winka Who was known as a most profound thinka Give her a riddle With a solution she'd fiddle And the answer she'd give in a blinka
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Post by winka on Mar 15, 2010 14:54:03 GMT -5
Nice  Noah ...loved it ...thanks and in reciprocation .... There once was a man called Noah… whose kill often filled his quota to zombies he'd run and blast them for fun and use their guts for a boa
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Post by Argo on Mar 16, 2010 14:05:10 GMT -5
Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down, And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.
In West Philadelphia I was born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air."
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air. [/b]
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Post by Argo on Mar 17, 2010 10:21:51 GMT -5
And there is no counter for such an act.
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Post by Noah on Mar 17, 2010 18:18:37 GMT -5
Oh, but there is, Argo... there is.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy) I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life has just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
[Guitar Solo]
I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro Magnifico-o-o-o-o I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go Let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go Let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go Let me go (Will not let you go) Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never) Let me go, o, o, o, o No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
[Guitar Solo] (Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)
Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
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Post by Argo on Mar 17, 2010 23:12:42 GMT -5
Ah, good times... and I love that song.
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Post by Marcel Swann on Mar 22, 2010 14:35:15 GMT -5
There once was a man named Marcel as a hero, modest to tell When they asked him, Why? He said, with a sigh, It's impossible not to excel
Very touching! 
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Post by winka on Mar 24, 2010 0:19:09 GMT -5
Fair warning ...I'm going on vacation Friday ....but taking my laptop....  So I'll have time to goof off in UD . Assuming the connections are available everywhere I land. Going down to the gulf coast of Texas and then on to SC. Hope to see green and flowers soon. I am so ready..... .Big snowfall happening again tonight in Golden.  *sigh*
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Post by Marcel Swann on Mar 24, 2010 19:49:18 GMT -5
Fair warning ...I'm going on vacation Friday Noooooooooooooooo! ....but taking my laptop....  So I'll have time to goof off in UD . *phew*
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Post by Argo on Mar 26, 2010 15:39:41 GMT -5
So...
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Post by jimmymoog on Mar 26, 2010 20:58:32 GMT -5
To celebrate my return I would like to share a haiku. Ahem. Come on, shake shake shake, Shake shake shake, shake your booty, Shake your booty, owww.
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Post by Marcel Swann on Mar 29, 2010 18:01:02 GMT -5
That is beautiful. Basho has nothing on you.
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