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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:26 am
See ya Cass!
*Kneels down to more closely inspect some of the fallen photographs.
Prince Namor, Simon Wlliams, Bruce Wayne... Eeeeekk! Professor Xavier?!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:33 pm
gonk No one should have to suffer through that nudity!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:21 pm
*taps mike. Deep breath*
I've got wheels of polished steel
I've got tires that grab the road
I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends
And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads
I've got a mind that can steer me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
Satan is my motor
I've got brakes
I'm wide awake
I can stop this car at any time
At the very last second I can change directions
Turn completely around if I feel so inclined
I've got a mind that can steer me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor, motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
Satan is my motor
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:29 pm
*bows. Sits on a cloud*
..alright, maybe the clouds are a little much.
*turns them into cloudlike beanbag chairs*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:30 pm
Lucifer Morningstar *taps mike. Deep breath*
I've got wheels of polished steel
I've got tires that grab the road
I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends
And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads
I've got a mind that can steer me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
Satan is my motor
I've got brakes
I'm wide awake
I can stop this car at any time
At the very last second I can change directions
Turn completely around if I feel so inclined
I've got a mind that can steer me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor, motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
Satan is my motor
Satan is the only one who seems to understand Your singing voice is beautiful I'm sure, but your choice of subjects to sing about is just... well... unholy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:32 pm
Psh, I've heard much worse listenin' to the radio these days. There's a whole song just about rear ends! eek
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:33 pm
Jessica Drew Your singing voice is beautiful I'm sure, but your choice of subjects to sing about is just... well... unholy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:34 pm
Zinda Blake Psh, I've heard much worse listenin' to the radio these days. There's a whole song just about rear ends! eek
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:35 pm
At least you're up front about it, try getting Falwell to admit it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:36 pm
I had a pair of thongs a few years before rationing hit in a big way. I always wore 'em to the beach.
They were the most comfortable pair of sandals I ever had.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:38 pm
Zinda Blake I had a pair of thongs a few years before rationing hit in a big way. I always wore 'em to the beach. They were the most comfortable pair of sandals I ever had.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:40 pm
Two words, mate: Zero Hour. I wake up, and I'm in a time when ladies fight crime in their skivvies. I figure if I'd gone forward another two decades the heroes would be stopping the villains in the buff. Not that that'd be a bad thing in some cases...have you SEEN Superman's hiney?
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:43 pm
It looks entirely too clenched. The man needs to learn to relax, perhaps open a bar. It will do wonders for your attitude, and you meet some interesting things. I can't honestly call all of them "people."
*Moves the bar into an upscale LA neighborhood. Adds a lot of windows.*
See those masses out there, milling around? Every one, a facinating bundle oof neurosis. And LA has a high quantity of leather pants.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:44 pm
Fancy! Now, who do I have to kick between the legs to get something to drink around here?
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