…where they crowned the King of Cuba
Somebody stuck their fingers in the President’s ears
And it wasn’t too much later they came out with Johnson’s Wax
People should get beat up for statin’ their beliefs.
I want a shoehorn, the kind with teeth!
That’s all I can think of, but I’m sure there’s something else,
Way down inside me I can hear it coming back…
::parades through thread wearing her purple toupee in an effort to turn your brain around::
Damn smilies. They have no place in a serious thread like this.
Why the dancing, shouting? Why the shrieks of pain - the lovely music? Why the smell of burning autumn leaves?
Sheets of fire. Sheets of fire.
All hail the dirtbike.
Philosopher dirtbike.
Okay people. What’s going on here? I don’t understand this thread. Is it some kind of inside joke? Clue me in. Please! 
Don’t spend the rest of your life wondering: go here.
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a for-eign na-tion
Showing the home of the one this was written for…
[comic book guy mode]
BEST TMBG album EVER!
[/comic book guy]
Before there were junk stores, before there was junk, he lived with his mother and the torments of Christ.
I was walking along a road late one afternoon when I noticed a shadow behind me.
I turned to look, but no one was there.
So I continued on my journey west.
I didn’t apologize for when I was eight and I made my younger brother have to be my personal slave.
“There’s a time for metaphors,” cried the little pill to me.
He said, “Life is a placebo, masquerading as a simile.”
Going to see them tonight! WHOOOOO!
::steps on Chance’s hair::
Take that, fatty!
Don’t let’s start. I’ve got a weak heart.
Pancake sauce in my hair.