Ubik Valis
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If SG didn't exist, would n00bs still be making sh!te threads?
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The mother of ALL "What If" threads... [P+R]
- Thread starter Ubik Valis
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rpvankasteren
Fan Favourite
If it gets you down well then I'll take it
If it gets you up well I don't want it
It let you down so broken hearted
If it gets you down well then I want it
If only we're nothing at all
So blow our mind and make it lazy
Those long long days with no escaping
I hold the wheel to let it go
Don't wanna stop, don't wanna know
If it gets you down, well just don't blame me
If only we're nothing at all
If it gets you up well I don't want it
It let you down so broken hearted
If it gets you down well then I want it
If only we're nothing at all
So blow our mind and make it lazy
Those long long days with no escaping
I hold the wheel to let it go
Don't wanna stop, don't wanna know
If it gets you down, well just don't blame me
If only we're nothing at all
untouchable
Senior Squad
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a
relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant
for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My
father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question
mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the
genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In
the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with
reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen
Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn
scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant
for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My
father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question
mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the
genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In
the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with
reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen
Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn
scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
(We can't)
I still can
(Stop now)
Remember what you did.
Your eyes filled
(We've got)
Discomfort
(To slow down)
Bare foot in a public washroom.
Spill on me your nostalgia
And cataracts...
That fell
Behind self-conscious eyes.
Warm water made
(Please just give me back my heart)
This hurt so good
(Well it's been too long)
Through ivory rain
(And I will burn no more)
And cutthroat soap box derby racers
(Oh God. Hurt so ******* good.
I want you to ******* wreck me.
I want you to wreck me.
I want you to ruin me.)
I want you to ruin me.
(Please just give me back my heart)
Ruin me.
(Well it's been too long)
I. Want. You. To... ruin me.
(And I will burn no more)
(Tired of all these lies)
I. Want you. To ruin me.
(And elsewhere eyes of yours)
Ruin me.
(So I will scream)
I want you to...
(And dream of what's to come)
Ruin me.
I still can
(Stop now)
Remember what you did.
Your eyes filled
(We've got)
Discomfort
(To slow down)
Bare foot in a public washroom.
Spill on me your nostalgia
And cataracts...
That fell
Behind self-conscious eyes.
Warm water made
(Please just give me back my heart)
This hurt so good
(Well it's been too long)
Through ivory rain
(And I will burn no more)
And cutthroat soap box derby racers
(Oh God. Hurt so ******* good.
I want you to ******* wreck me.
I want you to wreck me.
I want you to ruin me.)
I want you to ruin me.
(Please just give me back my heart)
Ruin me.
(Well it's been too long)
I. Want. You. To... ruin me.
(And I will burn no more)
(Tired of all these lies)
I. Want you. To ruin me.
(And elsewhere eyes of yours)
Ruin me.
(So I will scream)
I want you to...
(And dream of what's to come)
Ruin me.
shadowofanubis6
Reserve Team
solaimaa said:wtf is going on...........
The war against fun thought. More pointless gossip threads and teams no one has ever heard of from the uzbekistani league! Thats what we need!
shadowofanubis6
Reserve Team
solaimaa said:
I would have hoped the extreme examples would show my sarcasm? No? (if u did catch it then my bad)
EDIT: Oh and yes, he is a clown. That was made before the 06 world cup, where of course, against good competition he turned invisible again.
http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/8713/youmadur2.gif
what if i hadnt seen that smilie,
what if i hadnt take a dump just recently
would i be dumping while viewing that smilie?
what if i hadnt seen that smilie,
what if i hadnt take a dump just recently
would i be dumping while viewing that smilie?
Ubik Valis
Croatian Viking
Kulixs said:
What if you weren't such a sh!tcake that you could actually spell properly in your own mother tongue? :corn:
heterosexual
heterosexual
heterosexual
heterosexual
heterosexual
heterosexual
heterosexual
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Senior Squad
Dragan T said:
:hit: