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So she reaches in the bag And pulls out the burger And she hands me the burger And I pick up the burger |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:14PM | View PostMaster's Profile | # | ||||||
And then I unwrap the paper I bite into those buns And I just can’t believe it They forgot the onions!
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:14PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
———- and fin |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:15PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
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wow that was long |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:15PM | View onezeroone's Profile | # | ||||||
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imagine doing “rime of the ancient mariner” |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:16PM | View PostMaster's Profile | # | ||||||
let’s do it |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:16PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
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holy **** this is long |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:18PM | View onezeroone's Profile | # | ||||||
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i’m crazy |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:18PM | View PostMaster's Profile | # | ||||||
1 paragraph per post and we’ll still be here all day Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:18PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:22PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
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The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: Mayst hear the merry din.’ |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:23PM | View onezeroone's Profile | # | ||||||
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He holds him with his skinny hand, “There was a ship,” quoth he. ‘Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!’ Eftsoons his hand dropped he. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:24PM | View PostMaster's Profile | # | ||||||
He holds him with his glittering eye— The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years’ child: The Mariner hath his will. – The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. ————————————————————— ok i’m going two paragraphs at a time. sorry Coleridge. uhh edited this message on 05/18/2009 9:26PM |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:26PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
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There is some pretty stupid **** going on here. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:26PM | View Sancdar's Profile | # | ||||||
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I shall post here because BP is fun and I added Fort as a friend and stuffs. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:27PM | View Torpeo's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sancdar Posted:
I agree with this statement |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:28PM | View Torpeo's Profile | # | ||||||
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“The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. – The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:30PM | View onezeroone's Profile | # | ||||||
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Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon—” The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bbumoon. – The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. ———————————————- “stupid ****”? this **** is far from stupid. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:32PM | View PostMaster's Profile | # | ||||||
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. – “And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o’ertaking wings, And chased us south along. |
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Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:32PM | View uhh's Profile | # | ||||||
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With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And foward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. – And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. |
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