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jexxxus
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kingsuperspecial
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whatever turns you propeller, freaky
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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whatever turns your propeller, freaky
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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whatever tunes you propellant, freaky
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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watchover my porn stash, amen
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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whatever turny you propeeler, freaky
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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knock all you want, you can't come in.
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011001
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Teenage Jesus
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forgot to lock the door...again Smell the Fire! (turn it up, I can't hear it- oh, wait...there it is...)
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011001
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kingsuperspecial
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si, mia saviorita! si, mia salivaorita! si, mia slayorita! si, mia selluratia si, mia salt n' peppa!
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011028
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Teenage Jesus
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The group "Salt and Peppa" always reminded me of the Kennedys at the dinner table. "Teddy, could you pass the salt and peppa?"
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paste!
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sumbody ate. why? who are these goddamn harvesters?
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satan satan satan
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"It was the freon!" she exclaimed. "Spores and caterpillars and plates of lacquered bacon." The sound of it caused him to oscillate, wispy trails of smoke steaming up from his figertips
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011102
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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