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The H&A dedicates "Red Sweater" by the Aquabats to Rob because we want him to play with us.
I met you in the third grade I didn't know that you liked lemonade I met you another year later You wore a red sweater with an alligator We chased the ice cream truck across the street And I thought you seemed kind of neat We held hands as we walked to the swings in the park. You're my girl I'm your man I don't care if we live in a garbage can I'm your man You're my gal I'm so glad that we are pals. You're not fat You don't smell bad You're always smiling Never sad I bet you take a shower every day Hey hey hey hey hey. But then when I saw you Playing soccer with your friends I knew that day Our love would never end. And this whole time It blows my mind Oh well whatever We're so good together When you marry me You'll be my wife. You're my girl I'm your man I don't care if we live in a garbage can I'm your man You're my gal I'm so glad that we are pals. I'm in love, its great See you again - can't wait There's so much to do You're such a pretty girl We'll travel 'round the world To see this love through. And if you ever went away from me I would cry I would fall down on one knee And I would pray Yes I would pray That you would come back To me someday.... You're my girl I'm your man I don't care if we live in a garbage can I'm your man You're my gal I'm so glad that we are pals. Oh well, whatever You and me and that red sweater Oh well, whatever You and me And that red sweater Are go! |
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I'd like to point out that i saw the Aquabats live one time - very hot shit, kids. Also - I'll play, we'll talk . . . I'm waiting on "THE BLAINE" to inform me of when the party should be. Douche. ETA: this whole "summerfest" thing . . .yeah, i was all signed up to meet el blaine, so this is still on the docket. and i'm much prettier than the girl in the aquabats video. pretty like gay. |
To somebody who can't even spell Wisconsin. :(
Well I met her at the Trocadero, In Philly Backstage at the Bloohound show She said she was from Cherry Hill, Cherry Hill Through Lips like cherries in the snow New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Come on and Rock my world New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl I wanna Love you New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl With your crazy fucked up hair New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Your wicked awesome No she didn't talk to Charlie (our old bass player) And she didn't go off with Steve Not the cougar, not the cougar Yeah she took me up to the balcony Past Kenneth Keith Kallenback And gave a Yuengling to me New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Come on and Rock my world New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl I wanna Love you New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl With your crazy fucked up hair New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Your wicked awesome Her brother calls me blowjob When I call her on the phone He says, "Hey fuckwad, are you wacking it, are you wacking it?" "No, but is your sister home?" New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Come on and Rock my world New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl I wanna Love you New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl With your crazy fucked up hair New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl Your wicked awesome La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la New Jersey Girl La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la New Jersey Girl |
I dedicate the following to the DEATH SQUAD:mad:!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
To the H&A...
No Use for a Name - "Power Bitch" A knock at the door I open it up in comes the queen All dressed to perfection awaiting reception but in my mind one thought to flee The look in her eye has crossed paths with mine and stills the last time we met Suppression has started like last when we parted I wish she would just stay away. She's just a power bitch That I already know She's just a power bitch Straight from the depths below She's just a power bitch Domination her game She's just a power bitch I think I'm going insane Now she comes in, flashes the grin seals the door just like my fate Off with her clothes, stone cold I am froze out comes the beast from within Whipping and slashing, kicking and slapping a girl I can't handle, I hope this is all just a dream She's just a power bitch. |
You crack me up.
-Rudey --It's hard being in Death Squad. Quote:
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Well thank you......but I'm not sure why...... |
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This is in like, a week and a few days. |
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then we need to get on the f-ing ball, no? -RC --I like using "no?" |
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I am currently trying to lock down a ho-tel room for Fri. night and calling Blaine today. I am sure whatever the plans are, they will include liquor and mayhem. -Jules --It's the only way to roll. |
This one goes out to Julie, who hates it when I tell her how sexy she is.
OK GO "You're So Damn Hot" I saw you sliding out the bar. I saw you slipping out the back door, baby Don't even try and find a line this time It's fine Darling, you're still divine You don't love me at all, But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, But you're, you're so damn hot So now you're headed to your car You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie But, darlin, look at how you're dressed Your best suggests another kind of guest You don't love me at all, But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, But you're, you're so damn hot. So who's this other guy you've got? Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar? I could have swore you said before,"No more, for sure." What'd I believe you for? You don't love me at all, But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, But you're, you're so damn hot. |
Hey Kitso, for your drive back home.
"I-35" by Max Stalling It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get away I out ran a cold front when I gave my truck the reins Barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city far behind Well, hello there Austin, you look to be just fine Pardon me San Marcos but I'm trying to make some time There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves There's a peace of mind in the straight-away And there's comfort in the curves I didn't pull off in Von Ormy like I normally do I went on down to Devine town, I bought a six pack or two I glanced back across my shoulder like a seventh season buck All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my truck Guttentag, New Braunfels, how are you today? Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand out of my way There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves There's a peace of mind in the straight-away And there's comfort in the curves Well I know that Mother Nature will catch me in the end But I'll put some miles behind me before I turn to face the wind Don't you leave that barn door open, not even just a crack If I see a hint of daylight you'll never get me back Well, hello old Batesville, do you remember me? And look out there La Pryor but I'm coming through can't you see? There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves There's a peace of mind in the straight-away And there's comfort in the curves I say I'm barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city That damned old city far behind Leave that city way far behind. |
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but thanks. You made me blush :cool: I heart you anyway. |
I'd like to dedicate 99 Problems by Jay-Z to cougarjim. I won't reproduce the lyrics here lest I offend anyone.
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to my favorite Lambda Chi(sorry Earp-man)
Hey dude, i know this is late, but F*** rocky top! That's what you get for dipping into the Tennessee dating pool. Love Roger Creager Love ain’t what this songs about Candle light ain’t what I’m in the mood for now I don’t need a metaphor to help me get this out Love ain’t what this songs about Chorus: It’s about beer and whiskey and drinkin It’s about playin the fool and acting without thinking It’s about runnin with your buddies who don’t give a damn What in the world happens to you man No love aint what this songs about Crying ain’t what your gonna hear You won’t have any salty tears drownin in your beer And if your feelin down then friend you better just steer clear No crying ain’t what your gonna hear It’s about wine and women and song It’s about doing one thing and makin sure your doin it wrong It’s about giving in to your deepest desire Setting the whole damn world on fire No crying aint what your gonna hear Love ain’t what this songs about The worlds got you trapped and friend theres no way out So give in to your deepest desire and set this whole damn world on fire No love aint what this songs about Kitso KS 361 miles x 3 and we're in for a Texas GCers reunion.....and believe you me, we'll do it up right |
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