January 2010
52 posts
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December 2009
95 posts
Sad Day in Nike History; RIP Frank Rudy →
TiK ToK-Ke$ha
this makes me giggle and dance.
Scar & Scab
Come close please see in the sea sand. Watch my hand I’m gonna paint a tale with nothing more but bait and my toe nail. A tale? A fable of a battle between two A feud, a dual so close an real, so similar as real neighbours who live too near. Two opposites, two clear geniuses A pair, so obvious, That fact they even met is completely outrageous, They did, and for ages, for forever. A billion...
Robin Thicke-Dreamworld
Stu’s song from THe Hangover…..hehehe
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Ob-la-di ob-la-da-The Beatles
Ob-la-di ob-la-da...
Tapestry Sneakers by Emma Sulzer →
8 random formboners...
wordboner:
I wanna date a white girl. What’s stopping you? Go for it.
why do i feel a funny burning sensation in my pants? Stop putting hot iron down in your pants.
isnt life a cliche? That’s too philosophical even for me.
wHERE do YOU GET your ideas? i LOVE every single one of them! n_n Thank you. I just think too much.
blowjob Thanks but no thanks. Next!
Why did the chicken cross the...
Snapdragons
Like a wandering child through green and pink, stopping now and then when called to think, on the marvelous violets, crimsons, and golds, yet most she found lacking, others too bold, and all too plain to suit her tastes, something more was needed to hold her gaze. Then caught by fleeting tangerine, dark eyes beheld that quiet scene, that ‘twixt the lilly, tulip, and rose, showed more promise...
“The most wasted day is that in which we have not laughed.”
– Chamfort
Choco-goodness →
Safety Dance-The Donnas
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Bob Dylan-Hurricane
“It’s for the deaf kid in the aisle of the symphony who hears it (love)...”
– George Watsky
Jamie Fox & Gucci Mane-Speak French
Riot in These Streets
I walk down blocks mystified like a riot, Splitting an eye for an eye is pure childish, While the rich get rich, I pitch this with, Words of wisdom, As if it were preached from the high kingdom, Bring them to the back of the church, So when they get blessed , The devil doesn’t recapture what hurts, Our laughter is worth more than the last chapter excerpt, Where they thank brother’s and sister’s...
The Orrin Hatch Hanukkah Song →
Kool-aid Lovin
Love is like Kool-aid, it comes in different flavors Weird crazy insane sometimes out the frame Yeah that’s love You know Bitter sweet messy or neat Yeah sometimes it needs more sugar But, love is like kool-aid No one ever seems to know what the right amount is But they say it’s the right amount anyway Oh that’s not enough sugar or oh you need more powder Sounds like love to me, don’t it? Yeah...
“A friend is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.”
– Frank Crane
Ho’okoa-I’m Leaving