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Old 12-22-2016, 09:46 AM   #10491 (permalink)
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There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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Old 12-22-2016, 10:15 AM   #10492 (permalink)
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A middle class job sounds like a boring menu option at a brothel

She's a Brick House
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Old 12-22-2016, 12:41 PM   #10493 (permalink)
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Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I'm like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope ****
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old ****
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'mma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I **** every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my **** straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain't know man, now you know me


Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I'm like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope ****
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old ****
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'mma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I **** every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my **** straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain't know man, now you know me


Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I'm like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope ****
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old ****
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'mma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I **** every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my **** straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain't know man, now you know me


Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I'm like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope ****
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old ****
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'mma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I **** every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my **** straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won't you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don't you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won't you work something, work something
For the Don, don't you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain't know man, now you know me
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Old 12-22-2016, 12:45 PM   #10494 (permalink)
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The immensity of my dad's delusion is legitimately a major problem for himself and everyone around him and I wish he'd get some serious medical help or something. I try nit to pay attention because he's a very damaged guy and you pretty much just gotta ride it out, but sometimes it's hard. I'm surprised he's made it this far, also (though this is surely a horrible thing to say), I'm kinda surprised he's never gotten his ass kicked or straight killed, with the way he is.

A child isn't can't be pleased with having parents that lead such emotionally torturous lives and that break themselves down so much for nothing. I wish they'd be at least the slightest bit content. I haven't seen that in years and I highly doubt I ever will again
My dad tried to tell me that he invented solar panels. Now we all laugh at him behind his back.
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Old 12-22-2016, 12:51 PM   #10495 (permalink)
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Old 12-22-2016, 12:58 PM   #10496 (permalink)
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Old 12-22-2016, 01:15 PM   #10497 (permalink)
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Old 12-22-2016, 02:20 PM   #10498 (permalink)
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Old 12-22-2016, 02:23 PM   #10499 (permalink)
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Old 12-22-2016, 03:59 PM   #10500 (permalink)
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Funny you should happen to post that. I was cleaning out my basement yesterday and found an old TWA in-flight magazine tucked away with some other useless crap I'd forgotten about ages ago. This ad is on the back of the magazine...

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