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Posted: 9/15/2001 8:23:34 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 9/16/2001 12:43:47 AM EDT by bunghole]
For all of my fellow photoshop fiends out there I have isolated assfaces head. Hey Osama, [b][red]All your "Base" are belong to U.S.[/red][/b] [-!-!-] [img]http://members-http-1.rwc1.sfba.home.net/jeff.hoeft/pics/BinLaden.jpg[/img] [img]http://members-http-1.rwc1.sfba.home.net/jeff.hoeft/pics/BinLaden2.jpg[/img] Edited to add more Bin Head.
Link Posted: 9/15/2001 11:24:48 PM EDT
Marky got with Sharon Sharon got Shareese She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doin' it in Texas Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain. I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how to look through other people's eyes. Some will die in hot pursuit in firey auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain. I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes. Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death he caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever present football-player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doin' it in Texas Holly caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg Well, it should have been a better shot and got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinkin' from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
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