Making fun of my age, are you?Mista Cola wrote:Lol, yeah. Not too many prog fans around anymore aside from hipsters and 40 year olds.
I can still make babies.
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At The Drive in/ The Mars Volta
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Re: At The Drive in/ The Mars Volta
I can still make babies.An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist; but ordinary's just not good enough today.
Who needs imagination when you have a television?
Half of the Dream Team. Sup Mike?
Part of the Sexy Trio 
BIKI! =3
Who needs imagination when you have a television?
Half of the Dream Team. Sup Mike?
Part of the Sexy Trio BIKI! =3
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You and your three eggs.
Decisions to decisions are made and not bought, but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not.
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I heartily chuckled at that.Cookie wrote:You and your three eggs.
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.
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TMV/TFOT:
Definitely a combination of the two aforementioned:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQH7UD0Qhgk
Mista- listen to it before I rip out your jugular.
Definitely a combination of the two aforementioned:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQH7UD0Qhgk
Mista- listen to it before I rip out your jugular.
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.
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Oh damn! And only because we have been talking about great musicians:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs4Z12VuaIc
Fo werdo, son. Fo werd.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs4Z12VuaIc
Fo werdo, son. Fo werd.
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.