margot Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Post here, and I'll tell you if you're going to Hollywood or not. Link to comment
Siendra Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 LALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Link to comment
margot Posted January 30, 2006 Author Share Posted January 30, 2006 LALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *five minutes of awkward silence* That was terrible. Simply terrible. off key falsetto, bleached blonde hair, sharpie eyebrows. I've seen it a million times, and everytime I hate it even more. No Hollywood for you, get off the stage. Link to comment
Gundampilotspaz Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 The duel in Hotel of Burgundy—fought By De Bergerac and a good-for-naught! Wait while I choose my rhymes ... I have them now! I gayly doff my beaver low, And, freeing hand and heel, My heavy mantle off I throw, And I draw my polished steel; Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel, Alert as Scaramouch, A word in your ear, Sir Spark, I steal— At the envoi's end, I touch! Better for you had you lain low; Where skewer my cock? In the heel?— In the heart, your ribbon blue below?— In the hip, and make you kneel? Ho for the music of clashing steel! —What now?—A hit? Not much! 'Twill be in the paunch the stroke I steal, When, at the envoi, I touch. Oh, for a rhyme, a rhyme in o?— You wriggle, starch-white, my eel? A rhyme! a rhyme! The white feather you SHOW! Tac! I parry the point of your steel; —The point you hoped to make me feel; I open the line, now clutch Your spit, Sir Scullion—slow your zeal! At the envoi's end, I touch. Envoi. Prince, pray Heaven for your soul's weal! I move a pace—lo, such! and such! Cut over—feint! What ho! You reel? At the envoi's end, I touch! Link to comment
margot Posted January 30, 2006 Author Share Posted January 30, 2006 The duel in Hotel of Burgundy—fought By De Bergerac and a good-for-naught! Wait while I choose my rhymes ... I have them now! I gayly doff my beaver low, And, freeing hand and heel, My heavy mantle off I throw, And I draw my polished steel; Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel, Alert as Scaramouch, A word in your ear, Sir Spark, I steal— At the envoi's end, I touch! Better for you had you lain low; Where skewer my cock? In the heel?— In the heart, your ribbon blue below?— In the hip, and make you kneel? Ho for the music of clashing steel! —What now?—A hit? Not much! 'Twill be in the paunch the stroke I steal, When, at the envoi, I touch. Oh, for a rhyme, a rhyme in o?— You wriggle, starch-white, my eel? A rhyme! a rhyme! The white feather you SHOW! Tac! I parry the point of your steel; —The point you hoped to make me feel; I open the line, now clutch Your spit, Sir Scullion—slow your zeal! At the envoi's end, I touch. Envoi. Prince, pray Heaven for your soul's weal! I move a pace—lo, such! and such! Cut over—feint! What ho! You reel? At the envoi's end, I touch! Original...but too original. Do you not understand that we're looking for America's newest POP idol? Go back to your D&D meeting, Lord Xavier. No Hollywood for you. Link to comment
amy Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 I have plans to write a script about a deranged physics professor who tunnels three miles beneath a university building! I own jewels. Link to comment
TeleportSandwich Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 My room smells like honey-roasted almonds Link to comment
margot Posted January 30, 2006 Author Share Posted January 30, 2006 I have plans to write a script about a deranged physics professor who tunnels three miles beneath a university building! I own jewels. *yawn* Go back to the library, quirky nerd girl, where you belong. No hollywood for you. Link to comment
margot Posted January 30, 2006 Author Share Posted January 30, 2006 My room smells like honey-roasted almonds It's you! You are your trendy random, awkward personality that Americans love. You're going to Hollywood! Link to comment
J-Stop Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone I've got this feeling so appealing for us to get together and sing - SING! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding Donana phone It grows in bunches I've got my hunches Its the best beats the rest cellular modular interactivodular Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping Ponana phone Its no baloney It aint a phony My cellular Bananular phone Don't need quarters don't need dimes to call a friend of mine dont need computer or tv to have a real good time I'll call for pizza I'll call my cat I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat I'll place a call around the world Operator get me beijing jing jing jing Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying Yanana phone It's a real live mama and papa phone a brother and sister and a dogaphone a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too - oh yeah my cellular bananular phone Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Its a phone with appeal (a peel) Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Now you can have your phone and eat it too Banana phone ring... ring... ring... This song drives me .... bananas Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Bo ba do ba do do doob Link to comment
amy Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone I've got this feeling so appealing for us to get together and sing - SING! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding Donana phone It grows in bunches I've got my hunches Its the best beats the rest cellular modular interactivodular Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping Ponana phone Its no baloney It aint a phony My cellular Bananular phone Don't need quarters don't need dimes to call a friend of mine dont need computer or tv to have a real good time I'll call for pizza I'll call my cat I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat I'll place a call around the world Operator get me beijing jing jing jing Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying Yanana phone It's a real live mama and papa phone a brother and sister and a dogaphone a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too - oh yeah my cellular bananular phone Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Its a phone with appeal (a peel) Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Now you can have your phone and eat it too Banana phone ring... ring... ring... This song drives me .... bananas Banana phone ring... ring... ring... Bo ba do ba do do doob CAN I BE YOUR AGENT Link to comment
margot Posted January 30, 2006 Author Share Posted January 30, 2006 CAN I BE YOUR AGENT Amy, you be my Paula Abdul. That means you have to say something nice about everyone I say "no" to. Link to comment
Pamuya Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 skyyyyy rockets in flight, afternoon delight! afternoon delight started out this morning feeling so polite~ i always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite~ but you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling a little afternoon delight~~~ Link to comment
amy Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Okay but I won't be very good XD I like how GPS utilized Greek mythology! Perhaps he would be willing to work with my agent on the production of "Troy II" starring Aaron Carter. It's a musical Siendra where did you get that t-shirt with the binary joke? I think my uncle would like one Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 *Hits a blaring power chord that sounds more like a police siren than music.* Link to comment
tango Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Amy, you be my Paula Abdul. That means you have to say something nice about everyone I say "no" to. LOL'd Link to comment
rockerluke Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Say no to me, and I'll punch you in the face. Link to comment
GummyBearOfDoom Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 We are the beats we are the beats we are the beats.... Yea we are the beats!!!!! The Beats- Doug Funny Link to comment
Anime Gee Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 OK! Mr. Jones will play drums & I will sing for you. Mr. Jones: !!! Anime Gee: Well? Are we going to Hollywood? Mr. Jones: Link to comment
Makil Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, O 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 his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen-- Link to comment
uniform_motion Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Ain't That Cute composed by Aaron Carter Sung by Coop Oh yeah, ain't that cute! My mama told me I'm too young to love But I know what I know and I can't get enough I'm thinking 'bout you and me holding hands Pushing you on a swing, we can do anything 'Cause when I think of you all I know Is that there's nothing I won't do to be with you Chorus: Ain't that cute, holding hands in the park Ain't that cute, can't stay late after dark Ain't that cute, was it love from the start Ain't that cute, I could swear you stole my heart Ain't that cute I often wonder the meaning of love Is it something meant for just grown-ups Nick always told me just to follow my dreams But with love on my mind it's so hard to see And still I think of you all I know Is that there's nothing I won't do to be with you Chorus It's true if I'm wrong Then tell me girl what I should do Or would you even care If I told you love could be so simple Between me and you Oh, tell me... Chorus Ain't that cute Ain't that cute Link to comment
TeleportSandwich Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Aaron Carter makes me a sad panda And what kind of name is "Aaron"? It looks like spelling error that was never corrected Link to comment
uniform_motion Posted January 30, 2006 Share Posted January 30, 2006 Aaron Carter makes me a sad panda And what kind of name is "Aaron"? It looks like spelling error that was never corrected Last time I checked, no one cares about what you have to say... I'm here for Simon's view, not your own, ignorant view! Link to comment
Belial Posted January 31, 2006 Share Posted January 31, 2006 Blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play, as kids Where everything could come crashing down and it al-ways did Where no matter how high we got the bottom was always a turn away So blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play Blame it on the chutes And blame it on the chutes And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders Blame it on the chutes And blame it on the chutes And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders Fire burns the flesh and cold will freeze And love spreads its rotting, wasting, heartbreaking disease Well I'm done with love songs and the same old clichés Just blame it on the Chutes and Ladders we use to play Blame it on the chutes And blame it on the chutes And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders Blame it on the chutes And blame it on the chutes And blame it on the Chutes and the Ladders Link to comment
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