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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:43 pm
Good lord, Norman! That thing's been passed around more than the village bicycle!
gonk
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:46 pm
Ms Clarice Ferguson Good lord, Norman! That thing's been passed around more than the village bicycle! gonk Yes. It seems that if you are a "hero," it's allright to steal someone else's property, as long as you really don't like them. stare No matter. I won't let it fall out of my hands again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:48 pm
*Jumps down from the rafters and lays a arm over Norman's shoulder's like they are good friends.*
I don't know, I could use a new ride. wink
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:48 pm
*stifles a comment and takes to the stage*
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."
Well just the other day I heard of a soldier's falling off
some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, awaaaaaaaay.
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, awaaaaaaaay.
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Every time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad were rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rollin, got my Kiss records out.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, awaaaaaaaay.
Awaaaaaay.
Awaaaaaay.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
We're all alright.
We're all alright.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:50 pm
Natalia Romanova *Jumps down from the rafters and lays a arm over Norman's shoulder's like they are good friends.*
I don't know, I could use a new ride. wink Because invading the Helicarrier worked out so well for you last time, right? I'd have hoped Loki's torture would've taught you some humility.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:58 pm
*strolls in flicking her tail about*
Evening all. *has a seat at the bar*
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:58 pm
I have somewhere I need to be.
*pushes Romanova's arm off of him and exits the Bistro*
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:02 pm
*tail waves to Clarice* Hey sweetie. How are you?
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:06 pm
Hey Greer.
*waves from the stage before getting back to singing*
Some people call me the space cowboy. yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause' I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
But don't you worry, baby, don't worry
Cause' I'm right here right here right here right here at home
Cause' I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Ooh wee, baby, I’ll sure show you a good time
Cause' I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don’t want to hurt no one
People keep talkin' about me baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
‘Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Come on baby now, and I'll show you a good time
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:06 pm
Hello again Ms. Nelson!
::waves::
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:09 pm
*Watches Norman leave and narrows her eyes. Sits in a booth with her arms crossed.*
stare
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