EWolfe Posted February 15, 2006 Share Posted February 15, 2006 Trusta ians Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Squid Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 I find most people take me seriously when I wear rollerskates, especially if I'm also adorned in my full body pink Easter Bunny costume with hood and two foot tall bunny ears. Donnie: Why do you wear that stupid bunny suit? Frank: Why are you wearing that stupid man suit? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weekend_Climberz Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 Why is Washington so uptight that we have such puritanical liquor laws? Its so inconvenient that you can't buy booze at convenience stores. Ridiculous. If we had laws like Louisiana we could have the drive through liquors stores like they have down there. Nothing like driving home and picking up a Margarita or a Long Island Ice Tea to go. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EWolfe Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 Ths is SO NOT about the AAJ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crazy_t Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 Liquor Mart ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crazy_t Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 a friend used to call it "Life Mart" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishstick Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 It's simply THE SHRINE. GB Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EWolfe Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 Ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldier I gotta chip it's like boulder in my shoulder look in my eyes and you can see a red marble like Nostradamus I'm the promise of tomorrow traveling the city with my mexican cargo cotton mouth - I take a dry swallow to the nearest corner watering hole the bartender with the deed for my soul satisfaction no I can't get no lotsa bad habits that I need to control recite the psalms but no emancipation church for food and liquor stores for salvation some day I'll make it home to see my father he saw the man who shot the coal mine's daughter and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger ya check with me ya checking in with the danger I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger Gee ain't it funny - how time slips away I wanna rewind the tape to see my life replay I soak up the sun - just as a reminder that I was born a sick side winder call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax I'll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes don't ever mistake me being docile for contentment don't ever mistake my anger for resentment it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quite ya always mistaking an upraising for a race riot you can take my life - but there's no escape 'cause you can't shoot yer way through the pearly gates so swing low sweet cadillac coming for to carry me home swing low pink cadillac stepping over Jordan I roam --M.Franti Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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