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Post by Essay on Apr 9, 2004 22:12:17 GMT
Ar.
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Post by TheGhostKing on Apr 10, 2004 6:13:14 GMT
Yeah Essay!
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That hurts my eyes!
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Post by Xinram on Apr 12, 2004 14:31:36 GMT
Arr...But ye landlubbers be goin' a bit off topic now aren't ye?
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Post by TheGhostKing on Apr 12, 2004 15:57:58 GMT
Arr! Just a lil' bit cap'n!
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Post by Essay on Apr 19, 2004 20:39:45 GMT
Ar, would ye landlubber be meanin' ta tell me this isn't the "Talk Like a Pirate" thread? Ar.
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Post by TheGhostKing on Apr 20, 2004 14:17:24 GMT
Arr, I'll make ye a new thread arr!
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Post by damientheomen on May 1, 2004 18:41:32 GMT
I change the Iron Maiden song The Trooper into a song about Sponge Bob and Plankton! You take my business but i'll take yours too You cook your crabby patties, i'll steal them too So when you're waiting for the next order You better watch out for me, hiding underneath a quarter
The alarm sounds and the getaway begins but in this business no one wins The smell of frying grease and bad breath As I run from certain capture
The crab he sweats with fear I begin to run, patty in arms The mighty roar of the Krusty Krab alarm And as i race to the glass doors The screams of defeat from the the man giving orders
I hurdle coke cans that lay on the ground And the crab yealls another round I get so near yet so far away I won't make it to my own place
I get so close near enough to escape in the light When a crab gets me in his sights He sends out the squid and i feel the blow A burst of punches takes me down below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky My stomach is hungry but my throat is dry And as i lay forgotten and alone Without a tear i draw my defeat groan
The real Trooper lyrics!
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan
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Post by Xinram on May 4, 2004 6:11:29 GMT
You better watch out for me, hiding underneath a quarter.. I do that too sometimes.. Most people think it's weird though...
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Post by damientheomen on May 4, 2004 17:06:03 GMT
Ok........................................................................ Well I'm freaked out! ;D
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