Even though they were all wearing “WWJD” bracelets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something Satanic about this bunch. Something about the eyes…
Arcade Claw Machine in Middle Earth.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight owls owling…
What was the picture?
Way, way back in post # 3:
The one directly above that post.
It’s no longer showing. 404
What was the picture?
It was of a crowd of young girls in India standing around in a circle smiling down at a little golden-haired white girl.
… in brightly colored Crocs.
It must be cached on my browser. I can still see it.
Thank you.
What do you mean, “Post can’t be empty”? It contains quotations from two other posts.
Last night a hootin’ owl came and sat right over my door
Last night a hootin’ owl came and sat right over my door
A feelin’ seems to tell me, I’ll never see my man no more
“Party on, dudes! It’s our night to owl!”
Thank you all. The winner is:
Take it away, Mr. F.
Here we go. I’ve been dying to hear an explanation for this image.
Any little thing could set Bob off. Even getting the microphone with the vertical slots.
The reaction when the Beach Boy’s singer found that to remain relevant they were going to collaborate with the Fat Boys.
Good! GOOD! GOOD GOOD Vibrations!!!
It’s knowin’ that I’m better than that clown at the microphone
Just playin’ my guitar and keepin’ time
That keeps me focused on career and knowing I’ll be famous
And keeps me ever gentle on my mind.