I already posted......now get out of my diary time!!!!

Yeah but you didn't vote. Meh.

I said eeeeeeeeeeenie meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanie teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeny weeeeeeeeeeeeeenie!!!

Enuff said!!!

Cheater!

You could have put it somewhere else........

Why dont you guys go out???? Go on a date or something!!!!

Psychos.

Who?????

I dunno. Everyone who doesn't like me? I'm awesome.

Dear diary.......Im going to find crappy music for all of you to enjoy!!!!

Uhhh!
I can't help my feelings I go out of my mind
This band's up to get me me cause they'd like my behind
I can't love my business if I can't get a drink
Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids

Whoa, Come on and kick me X3
You've got your problems (Whoa)
I've got my ass wipe(Whoa)
You've got your big cheese
I've got my hash pipe

Uhhh!
I can't have my buggies, I get out of control
I know that you don't care but I want you to know
The kneestocking fable is a favorite treat
A man that don't bother with a taste of a teat

Oh, Come on and kick me X3
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wipe
You've got your big cheese
I've got my hash pipe X2

Uhhh!
Whoa, come on and kick me X 3
You've got your problems (Whoa)
I've got my ass wipe (Whoa)
You've got your big cheese
I've got my hash pipe(grunts)X3

nice song!

dang, barbie doll's any way !

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the was it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

gypsy, peccy started a thread for ya !

Oh crap!!!

It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue-finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball,
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
T'every Rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
it's full of all them little bones"

So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for and eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired

They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"

hey there gypsy

chevy