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give her a bottle of rum....then she'll be fine
speaking of which....where IS the bottle |
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right here next to me
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Pass that bottle around!
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SHARE MY GRASS HUT
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Pass the rum and crank on some tunes
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You have to make your own tunes. There are no power plants on the island. It's more fun that way.
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then break out the guitar of course. One of us use coconut shells for percussion
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You are supposed to clap the coconut shells as you skip around the island. It's what all good knights do.....
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PERHAPS THEY MIGRATED
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Edited by
Unknow
on
Wed 01/16/08 06:30 PM
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None Shall Pass!!!!
Anyone bring the holy hand grenade? |
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Nope, I'm busy trying to find my way to Castle Anthrax.
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YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRYS
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Go away now, or I shall taunt you again!
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a witch a witch burn her burn her
Do you have any proof? She turned me into a newt.....I got better |
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AHHH RUNNING AWAY ARE YA
YOU YELLOW BASTARDS COME BACK ILL BITE YOUR LEGS OFF |
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We want a shrubbery! Bring us a shrubbery!
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BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD |
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No, I don't want to go. I'm not dead yet. I'm sure I'll be alright soon....
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"Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis... "
"That's, uh, that's enough music for now, lads... looks like there's dirty work afoot." |
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I think I may have to give up. I can't top that from memory.
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