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MACVILWHORE
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I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern I scare you
I scare you
I scare you
I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern I scare j00
boo....BOOO.....B000000000000!!!!

I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern see me grin :)
see me grin :)
see me grin :)
I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern see me grin :0
boo....BOOO.....B000000000000!!!!

I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern see me shine
see me shine
see me shine
I'm a little Jack-0-Lantern see me shine
boo....BOOO.....B000000000000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!z0rz

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nightmare imp
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See me grin?

BOO!!!!

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Naked Snake
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Mac is drinking his own special blend coffee...

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Kid Airbag
Not really a kid. Not really an airbag. WHAT THE HELL IS IT?!? Who's asking? Are you French? An airbag is a safety device in a car that inflates during a collision and blocks you from smashing your head into the dashboard or steering wheel!


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This reminds me of the time I was at camp and these kids snuck marijuana brownies in...

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Naked Snake
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This reminds me of the time I was at camp and these kids snuck marijuana brownies in...


/me snatches a brownie.
/me washes it down with some booze
/me runs around the camp screaming "I LOST MY ARM!!!"

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Kid Airbag
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Since this post is most likely going to die soon anyway...


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Heh.

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Since this post is most likely going to die soon anyway...


bigbadgangsta
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Heh.



If Lüt was alive he would have killed it already.
/me awaits a song thread kill line

Old Post 10-17-01 23:30
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I'm the man, walking with his drink.
I'm the man, talking to his drink.
I'm the man, woofing in the sink.
I'm the man, getting all the chicks.

Get flirty with me, talking dirty with me.
I say come on babay! Yeah! I want to par-tay!

Old Post 10-17-01 23:39
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læmænt
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We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others

Old Post 10-17-01 23:44
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Naked Snake
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We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others


Are you stoned?
Are you stoned?
Are you stoned?
Are you stoned?
Are you stoned?

My guess is most likely...

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læmænt
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Are you stoned?

My guess is most likely...

Actually, no

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Naked Snake
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Are you stoned?

My guess is most likely...

Actually, no


Oh god. Excuse me while I go stab my eyes out...

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alternative - mass control diversification and guilt jealousy prejudice the courage to be themselves... often hated aims to make individual freedom spiritual bounds mental shackles to heal the wound of separation to question the unquestioning of the mind offers an alternative to mass control the center of the information war progressed we have progressed physically as far as we can go... next stage mental the process is you justification decentralized by conditioned guilt fear responses realize for individuals who wish to acquire sigil to the will give the mind before which is a function of the self to react and this focusing releases a tremendous energy as the concourse lowers positive flow of energy so be it the process so be it body like mindedness ageless souls striving for individual matters toward collective goals a guiltless state of self awareness the process is you the process is yours

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I hate lyrics (or whatever the hell that was) you need a dictionary to understand.

Actually the vocab wasn't that high it's just that the wording makes me want to fall asleep. =\

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holding his hands dream the whole week radiance hissing rodent speak elective evil once started shot struck home so it goes inches towards flattened back on all fours drawn and racked doesn't mean a thing nature perverts itself so it goes so what the hell let it grow regret so full of haste coming clear piss in blood no one should ever have to cut assemble resembled played out wording disturbing quiet saying relaying a message raising cain's revenge got a few no fucking whacked house of cards dealing smack crimson scolding driving told im never holding one thing back credit full of nothing slither here one thing back licking dogs no hook no song feeling high fantasize wonder why suck them dry choppy waves take a dive crash enable disabled effect not carried no power in quiet playing resaying never more never again distort the monomaniac delivering the blow core rotten bone distort the monomaniac black mass held upon the radio doesn't mean a thing be it what or ever could doesn't mean a thing sinister creation doesn't mean a thing evocation of the dead moses forbidding it doesn't mean a thing worm like ticking art worth shit we play upon the things we fear the smell is foul where does it fit screw yourself go screw yourself no one should ever have to how do you sleep when its still alive never to deep take a look inside

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pot brownies? Hmm...Vitamins A, B, and THC, all in one delicious package...I'm going to ripoff Blackadder no and sing a song about goblins.

Old Post 10-18-01 00:47
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You got a lobster and you got a magnet,
Lobster has antennae but don't you grab it,
Magnet's made of iron,
Lobsters made of MEAT!

You got a lobster and you got a magnet,
If a lobster's hungry He'll eat a rabbit,
Rabbits made of steel,
Lobster has a BEAK!

Don't put a lobster on a plate,
He'll use his magnet to escape,
He'll jump right up and claw your ear,
And then He'll bite your EYE!

LOBSTER STICKS TO MAGNET!
LOBSTER STICKS TO MAGNET!
LOBSTER STICKS TO MAGNET!

LEFT CLAW NORTH! RIGHT CLAW SOUTH!

The previous song is real...please click the link in my sig to find out more...

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MACVILWHORE
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Heh, I swear I thought this would be gone by now, ummm, post your little songies here I guess.

BTFW, does anyone know where I can download an mp3 of AMERICAN BADASS by kid rock? I tried frickin Morpheus and imesh, but all I got was Bawitaba. Or was it takin out because of the mood of the nation? I don't know, but if you knew where I could find a copy please tell me.

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fucking kid rock?! the fucker that ripped off a bunch of sellouts like metallica (who sued a pencil company for money)?! why the fuck would anyone wanna listen to that pittiful wanker. If anything just download "metallica - sad but true". Still the new slayer cd is the shit, Deviance and Seven Faces kick slipknot ass.

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Katarhyne
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What a negative wanker.

Anyway, MACVILWHORE, I have the MP3. Why do you want it? O_o

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Does anyone remember the post from earlier this summer about the teenager who shot up God knows what and got off the hook? My most memorable line from that was deadnail's line about "they should hang the fucker and charge his family for the rope". It sounded like something RATM would write, but since they broke up, I figured I'd do it instead:

------------------------------
Hatred eyes
So full of lies
Brimmed with fear
And rimmed with tears
You've excersized
Your will to kill
And now your fate
Is dead and still

Hate the haters?
Sounds wrong to me
But if they won't
Listen to reason
Then so be it
Lock 'em up
And throw away the keys
Hang the heartbreakers
And charge the family for the rope

Charge the family for the rope
Charge the family for the rope
Hang the heartbreakers
And charge the family for the rope

Can you see the hate
Can you smell the fear
If they died there
Then you'll die here
Repent if you can
And remember the lost
But in the face of final justice
Your tears are a lost cause

You couldn't spare them
Now we won't spare you
Justice in death
Sounds wrong to me
Walk to the gallows
You can't run from reality
Hang the heartbreakers
And charge the family for the rope

Hang the heartbreakers
And charge the family for the rope
------------------------------

DC

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Kid Airbag
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and sing a song about goblins.

You got it...

The wobblin' goblin with the broken broom
Could never fly too high
For every time he'd take off
Another piece would break off
And soon he'd be a-danglin' in the sky.

Each evening just as he would leave the ground
His radio would say...
"Control tower to goblin
Your broomstick is a-wobblin'
You'd better make a landing right away!"

It soon got so he could only ride
When the witches took him piggy-back
And then one day he used his brain
and bought him self an Ae-ro-plane

So if you look for him on Halloween
You'll see him zip, and zoom
No harm can befall him
No longer can they call him
The wobblin' goblin with the broken broom...






DIE THREAD DIE

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My favorite one:


event width two path given pure force downs
turns the screw crawl in back

in term space a time to intrude
in term peace assuring a future

silence noise forming sound like silent noise
silent voice screaming hints retaliation

heinous plans in sides remain taking downs taking aim
filling curses two conditions back upon itself

pass it off as good intentions leaving marks hard to heal
reassisted retrogression leaving tracks path reveals
sample act reflected clears noticed thought while leaving hears
nuisance labels paranoia so stupid how perceived that way

silent claws shredding flaws hungers knawing
silent flaws forever laughter silence knows

shaman stands retreating all is over evermore smoke the
curse your creation back upon yourself

pushes distress closer to the edge one time cracks lights
the walls worry wasted hearing clouds up above the
chatter digging deep insider storms to find the inner
patience erasing shadowed gifted ruin haste retracing
promised news leaving statement meant as nothing
starving your words no excuses

silent truth asserts its proof like you abhor

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I am not here. I think I've never been here before or ever will. I feel like a place where no one goes anymore.

Old Post 10-18-01 04:51
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læmænt
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it's so inconsiderate of you to think of me here
and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here

and I never knew a moon could be so big
and I never knew a moon could be so blue
and I'm grateful that you thrown out my old shoes, and
brought me here instead dressed in red!

and I'm wondering who
could be writing this song

I don't care if the sun won't shine
and I don't care if nothing is mine
and I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.......




and the sea isn't green
and I love the queen
and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke

Old Post 10-18-01 05:02
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the f*cker that ripped off a bunch of sellouts like metallica (who sued a pencil company for money)?!

Huh...never heard about that...I'm intrigued, does anybody know the full story?

Anyways, here's a song y'all might recognise from the days when you were a little sprat, 'cept this is the full version, not heard for a lo-o-o-ong time.

/me tunes up guitar
/me clears throat
/me begins strumming

The-haiiii(Voice cracks)
'Scuse me <ahem>

There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a free-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now puring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a horn'ed cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran away with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pong the fiddle-springs broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her firey eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!


Yep, I ripped that one straight from Lord of the Rings. But it was fun while it lasted. I hope they have it in the movie, or they shall recieve a boot to their nutsacks.

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Angel of Death

Comming from a hole
That's in the shape of the sky
With wings that fall and lie
A face that cannot be seen
A heart that pumps our dreams
A halo made from our stitches and teeth

The reaper of our minds
Sowing the seeds of its demise
An angel with the eyes of eternity
A mouth like a headshot wound
With ice in her womb

The wolves come to dine
Her blood is our wine
And the herd licks the wounds
Dying as they swallow the lies
Decaying as they loose their minds

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And lo, as the scattering jackals
Rose high over the heaps of dung
And the time of the world was ending
And the time of the devil begun
We had fallen to the scythe of the minions
As we rolled about in the dew
And as Time flew by and was pinioned
The world knew not what to do

THREE STEPS INTO A GIANT WHIRLPOOL
FOUR STEPS BACK TO HAIR
SIX STEPS WANDER IN NOTHING
SEVEN STEPS TO NOWHERE

As the shift of the pitch of the weirding
Made its way from the blue to the red,
And the graveling voice of the doctor
Echoed inside our heroine's head,
Take a walk to the temple of nowhen
And fall from the sky one day
In the city of enamoured syzygy
Someone knew there was hell to pay

CAN YOU SEE WHAT I'M SHOUTING
IN COLORS SO FLUORESCENTLY GREEN
I MAY SOUND LIKE THE SAVIOR OF SATAN
BUT I NEVER SAY WHAT I MEAN

And as twirling glory descended,
And as night fell down on us all,
There dwelt the eternal shoppers
In a never-existing mall.
Yet, as we stood at the top of the hill,
And we followed the path to the end,
We knew nothing of what had happened,
Sixty stories tall in the center.


Oh... and "Welcome! You've got veal!".

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98% of the characters in this thread is copy&paste. Way to go guys... :P

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Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Andrew's Linguica shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy

Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big bowl of cooked asparagus for breakfast

Awww - Big bowl of cooked asparagus
Every single mornin
It was driving me crazy

I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the cooked asparagus?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU"
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but cooked asparagus until I was twenty six and a half years old

That's when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the temperature is always burning and the air smells like fresh cyanide gas
And the resident posts are oh so insufficiently blessed in the cognitive faculty department
Where the morons and the idiots sputter their useless crap all day long
And anyone in the general vacinity will gladly try to rip you limb from limb before breating their final breath

Wacka wacka doodoo yeah

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of posts Lüt has made to every forum in existence
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to

Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell

Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Closure featuring Nine Inch Nails
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?

'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh

So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark Doom2 box
But finally I arrived at the world famous Post Hell Holiday Inn
Where the air eats your lungs in minutes
And you can drink the blood right out of the toilets
It's OK, they're clean

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door

Well now, who could that be?
I say "Who is it?"
No answer
"Who is it?"
There's no answer
"WHO IS IT?"
They're not sayin' anything

So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected
It's some pasty little clusterfuck Doomworlder with a jello-bowl haircut and glasses that could set a brick on fire
Oh man, I hate it when I'm right
So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky Doom2 box
And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that"
"That Doom2 box has been just like a Doom2 box to me"
And he's like "Tough"
And I'm like "Give it"
And he's like "Make me"
And I'm like "'Kay"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes indeed, you better believe it
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it said

It said
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"

In Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my Doom2 box
But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest
I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled geek was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop
And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"
I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts"
I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts"
I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls"
I said "You got any apple fritters?"
He said "No, we're outta apple fritters"
I said "You got any bear claws?"
He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check"

......

"No, we're outta bear claws"
I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I'll take that"

So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin' me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head"
I believe it went a little something like this . . .

Doh
Get 'em off me
Get 'em off me
Oh
No, get 'em off, get 'em off
Oh, oh God, oh God
Oh, get 'em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, (more screaming)

I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin'
Like a constipated weiner dog
And as luck wouls have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams
Her name was Kat
She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches
I'll never forget the first thing she said to me.
She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face"

That's when I knew it was true love
We were inseperable after that
Aw, we ate together, we bathed together
We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss
The world was our burrito
So we got married and we bought us a house
And had two beautiful children - Zaldron and Deadnail
Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Kat said to me
She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the COMPET-N Team?"
I said "Woah, hold on now, baby"
"I'm just not ready for that kinda commitment"
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that's just the way things go

In Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell

Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Doomworld Forums
I even made employee of the month after I went to Executor666's house and killed him myself
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin' a lot of attitude

OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy BBG tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And BBG, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"

So I did

And then he gets all indignant on me
He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic"
Well, that's just great
How was I supposed to know that?
I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud
Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn't had a bit in three days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over
And I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?"
But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming
(screaming sounds)
You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation
Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um, um, where was I?
Kinda lost my train of thought

Uh, well, uh, OK
Anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it
But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is

I hate cooked asparagus!

That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandry
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that
Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours
There's still a little place called

Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell

I said "P" (P!)
"O" (O!)
"S" (S!)
"T" (T!)
"Hell" (Hell!)

Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell
Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell, Poooooooost Heeeeeeeeeeeell

POST HELL!

(belch)

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