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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:51 pm
*marches in singing*
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl I like your face"
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
*climbs on top of the bar and marches back and forth*
In a couple of years they have built a home, sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band
Yeah, ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
*jumps off the bar*
In a couple of years they have built a home, sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones, hey
Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band
Yeah, ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
Yeah, ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on brah
La la how the life goes on
And if you want some fun take ob-la-di-bla-da
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 9:41 pm
eek
What's with the singing?
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:27 pm
*walks in with Slash Fanfic*
Yay! blaugh
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:31 pm
*Guy floats in.* Damn that Powell. Damn him to Hell. What does the store say? Does it say Dorkhawk books? No. It says LANTERN books. Hmmph.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:08 pm
" Pssh! I agree.. You should put him in his place. I wanted to buy this stuff...but he refused to sell it to me. I had to take it away from him before he threw it all out. That man does not know how to run a business."
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:23 pm
Exactly! It's not a question of what HE likes, right? Like . . . if it was a video rental store, and he didn't ike horror movies, he can't just . . . NOT rent horror movies just because he doesn't like them.
Ooh! We should start a video rental place that . . . just happens to carry fan fics!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:58 pm
*walks in and goes behind the bar*
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:14 pm
*appears in the middle of the room in his stealth armor*
ninja
This place needs more karaoke...
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:24 pm
No one wants to hear you sing Chris... stare
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:33 pm
*hears "Chris, please sing for me!"*
Oh my...if you insist...
*hops on the karaoke stage and turns on a song*
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps.
*sways through the guitar solo*
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
*blushes*
I'm so embarrassed that you made me sing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:14 pm
*Has her fingers in her ears*
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:42 pm
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:08 pm
 You are so cute! Of course I will! *starts up the music* The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling, you know just what Im here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now Im no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the nights busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heavens waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh thunder road, oh thunder road oh thunder road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh thunder road, sit tight take hold
Thunder road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my cars out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The doors open but the ride it aint free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight well be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
Its a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.
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