Topic: ~°An Introduction to Rum°~ | |
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thanks evad...
heres to rum!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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and to page 120!!!!
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Be, what you wanna be,taking things the way, they come,
nothing is as nice as finding paradise and Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. Living live the easy way, got your way to let it run, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. Be, what you wanna be, taking things the way they come, nothing is as nice as finding paradise and Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. la la la Bacardi Rum, la la la Bacardi Rum, nothing is as cool as drifting in the sun light, Sippin' on Bacardi Rum. |
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Ok so we must hit page 169 by this weekend for Styx!!!!!!!!!!!!!So drink
up!!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Wooo hooooo!
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cheers back !!!!! sip sip mmmmmmmm
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evad im going to follow you around forums
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and to page 120!!!!
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Love them lyrics styx
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Beth I hear you calling
But I can't come home right now Me and the boys are playing And we just can't find the sound Just a few more hours And I'll be right home to you I think I hear them calling Oh Beth what can I do Beth what can I do You say you feel so empty That our house just ain't our home I'm always somewhere else And you're always there alone Just a few more hours And I'll be right home to you I think I hear them calling Oh Beth what can I do Beth what can I do Beth I know you're lonely And I hope you'll be alright 'Cause me and the boys will be playing all night sorry.. i like a song about me.. hehe |
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awww Crash
![]() ![]() ![]() page 169 here we come !!!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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ok sorority no problem. want a drink to walk with?
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lets do it. 169 here we come baby!!! *takes a swig*
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COME 1 COME ALL TO THE CRUNK ZONE!
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was that a comercial?? again??
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May the ship..........carry us in the sunset.....as we drink....night
and day...... we will find happiness somewhat,someway. |
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Brings up the peace pipe from the basement.Stole it from the
indians.Passes it to Izzie first.... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Whiskey in the Jar
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'. First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier, Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny; I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny. She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me, Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy! Musha rungum duram da I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber, To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder: Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water, Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. Musha rungum duram da Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel, A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier, But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. Musha rungum duram da They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin': For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain. But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town. Musha ringum duram da I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army; I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney. Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny, And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny! Musha ringum duram da There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin', Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin', But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early! Musha ringum duram da |
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aaawww.. crash hes talkin bout our ship again.....
![]() ![]() i miss my ship!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() whyd we blow it up??????????????????? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ooohhhh... look.... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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