7 minutes
As long as there is no fucking masterstyle around, lez do it.ColCarnage wrote:
lez do itMacbeth wrote:
500 post in one day, going for 10,000?
SEREVENT wrote:
7 minutes
ColCarnage wrote:
SEREVENT wrote:
6 minutes
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6 minutes now
ygos?Macbeth wrote:
As long as there is no fucking masterstyle around, lez do it.ColCarnage wrote:
lez do itMacbeth wrote:
500 post in one day, going for 10,000?
Toilet Sex wrote:
ColCarnage wrote:
SEREVENT wrote:
5 minutes
kysMacbeth wrote:
As long as there is no fucking masterstyle around, lez do it.ColCarnage wrote:
lez do itMacbeth wrote:
500 post in one day, going for 10,000?
7 hours genius, learn to count.SirSchloppy wrote:
fixtMacbeth wrote:
500 post in twelve hours, going for 10,000?
In fact I demand a name change to Hamlet, I don't want to be a scottish character if it means being associated with SirSchloppy.
im out! cya layer
kysAndoura wrote:
im out! cya layer
i havent got a clue what they are sayingSEREVENT wrote:
why?m3thod wrote:
i dont listen to that junkSEREVENT wrote:
no, dude its the popular iron maiden song
2 minutes to midniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!
its almost time to listen to it now look
it's stupid loud
people that listen to metal look weird
give me a headache
Blackbelts are just whitebelts who have never quit.
Ffs.Macbeth wrote:
7 hours genius, learn to count.SirSchloppy wrote:
fixtMacbeth wrote:
500 post in twelve hours, going for 10,000?
In fact I demand a name change to Hamlet, I don't want to be a scottish character if it means being associated with SirSchloppy.
And shut up, you pretentious wank.
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
Well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight...all night...
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
Well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight...all night...
no uSirSchloppy wrote:
Ffs.Macbeth wrote:
7 hours genius, learn to count.SirSchloppy wrote:
fixt
In fact I demand a name change to Hamlet, I don't want to be a scottish character if it means being associated with SirSchloppy.
And shut up, you pretentious wank.
july
Baba Booey
One Minute To Midniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigt
August!
August is here
Blackbelts are just whitebelts who have never quit.
still july
Baba Booey
i believe ladies and gentlemen, it is august
Last edited by Toilet Sex (2009-07-31 16:02:31)
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Bah wake me up when September ends.
doucheMacbeth wrote:
Bah wake me up when September ends.
G'night!