i still like the fact that they included the skateboarder in reloaded.

my favorite was probably the "haunted house", didn't catch the title.

suffer no fools

and

wait in no lines.

take no prisoners.

need second breakfast.

good lunch. and a pinner at the end of the day. and not to go to work. and world peace.

that.

step two to enlightenment

bahahahaha police tech rocks

step one to enlightenment: there is no NO douchebag.

god i miss that comic.

you asked.

like duh.

let's revist the whole kali ma versus horus/osiris/anubis thing again shall we...

I WIN.

*smirk*

i like jeff's ego.

;)

aerosmith

pauvre ptit chat

ask vince.

om kring kring kali shakti dey

pfft.

bud. *nod* a nice little pinner at the end of the day.

ok, let's try another approach...

tri-cyclen.

and be proud of your rag.

ruined: going to bed late
ruined: emotional turmoil
ruined: waking up late
ruined: same old being annoying
made: big pucca
ruined: gotta go to work exhausted

and you're talking to me about excessive shploog?

mmmph yay.

*crunch*

daddy!

they make your bronchitis fare up after playing them for 20+ years.

accordian's are hot.

i would have waited for you jeff.

oh be still my breaking heart.

mister box of ravewave.

brilliant.

"if you're single".

you already called the spot. i just nab the time frame.

can't retell the prophecy.

it is as is.

take it or leave it.

it's a blessing and not a curse.

you could be barren.

and your uterus could be inside out and backwards.

Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well

You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion so I can complain

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well

I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear

Thank you, for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now, you're looking like I used to!

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me

I thought I knew you
I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well

always getting what i want.

the truth.

those who play the game all too well.

where does the path lie?
how do i find the path?
what is wrong with the male species' thought patterns?
how easy is it to play the game?

play the damned game, find the path, walk the path. my philosophy of life.

what's yours?

yeah im sorry, synonymous...

elder

crone

accursed sober life