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He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees the ghost [Jan. 17th, 2001|09:02 am]
Roy Janik
Sometimes it's just a struggle to not become a Vogon. But never fear, I shall resist.
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[User Picture]From: nekomouser
2001-01-17 12:11 pm (UTC)

so you wanna speak in secret code, eh?

He puts his foots against the lantern and still he claims to see the phantom.
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[User Picture]From: zinereem
2001-01-17 12:35 pm (UTC)

No code, but two can play it that way

He places his face against her toes, and yet declares he smells a rose.
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[User Picture]From: nekomouser
2001-01-17 01:16 pm (UTC)

Insert me rolling up my sleeves here.

He blows his nose about the clowns and no one knows how much he frowns.
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[User Picture]From: zinereem
2001-01-17 01:52 pm (UTC)

Re: Have at you!

He beats his brain against the code, and waits for the god damned thing to load.
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[User Picture]From: nekomouser
2001-01-17 03:23 pm (UTC)

i am not left handed!

Wes: He lies his eyes upon his prize, too civilized to criticize.
Roy: He hacks away at some old rhyme, but insists his work is genuine.
Wes: He spouts his mouth and shouts his line, but they no longer believe in his lupine.
Roy: He wacks his cat with an old broom, and in the process spells his doom.
Wes: He folds his clothes and puts them away never intending to finish his stay.
Roy: He starts his darts with a triple one, but still insists he's having fun.
Wes: He dreams a park upon the moon, but everyone thinks he is a loon.
Wes: He further adds some lizard clones, made from skin and fossil bone.


Now they will never be lost to time. Let the game commence...
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[User Picture]From: zinereem
2001-01-17 06:25 pm (UTC)

Re: i am not left handed!

He throws his garbage from his Lexus, but still he claims he's true to Texas.
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[User Picture]From: nekomouser
2001-01-17 09:01 pm (UTC)

I can do this with both hands tied behind my back.

*Loooonnnngggggg Puase*
Ok, so maybe I can't do this without my hands, but the sentiment holds!

He lit the wick and he stroked the fire and sold his turkey legs throughout the shire.
Ok, that sucked, how about...
It could have been good or so methinks, if only they'd killed that Jar Jar Binks!
Or perhaps...
He smelt the spice and fought with blade-ies, he was the messiah known as Paul Atredies.

Next on Fox, when geeks rhyme...
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[User Picture]From: grendel001
2001-01-17 01:31 pm (UTC)

Re: No code, but two can play it that way

the man in the trench coat dances to the last waltz.

charles

"as the vogon craft screamed through the air ford knew what he had to do. he threw away his copy of joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat he threw away his copy of godspell. he didn't need them where he was going. he was ready, he was prepared, he had everything he needed.

he knew where his towel was."

-DA, tHHGttG
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