The top of the edifice! The top of the edifice! The top of the edifice is being consumed by a conflagration!
Those of us inside the edifice do not require any form of flame retardant; allow that which copulates with its own maternal figure to be consumed by the conflagration!
Actually, it does not bother me if you choose not to dance. While I speak softly, your hearing impairment is quite noisy. Possibly I might inspire you to realize your place, but at the expense of controlling your thoughts. Oh, and your jizz landed in the street although you left your emotional attachment in the bathroom.
However, your footwear is shot, especially in the back; your overdone solar exposure is beginning to shred; and even those mentors you cling to are clueless when it comes to perception about what it’s like to be a dimensional feature of a common building material.
127: The Gambler, Kenny Rogers
That’d be Suspicious Minds:
We’re caught in a trap
I can’t walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Since in my current location, I cannot partake in copulation, nor substances traditionally used to alter one’s state of consciousness and which are typically illegal, nor the fermented juice of the vitis genus, nor even get to physically associate with the opposite gender, nor even partake in any activity which is entertaining, nor any activity which is forbidden by the various holy texts, and, most importantly, am not able to associate myself with the person to whom I singing this song, it should come as no surprise that I am finding my ethnicity strangely changing to align itself with that of the worlds second-largest economy. It is my firm belief that this is the case.
165: Turning Japanese by the Vapors I believe.
Correct!
My sweet blended dairy dessert calls forth all the young males to the vast, flat expanse of lawn
And they profess that the quality of said sweet blended dairy dessert exceeds the quality of the sweet blended dairy dessert that belongs to you
The damnation of hell is behind my assertion that my sweet blended dairy dessert does in fact exceed the quality of your sweet blended dairy dessert.
I have the ability to impart you with my knowledge on this subject
However, there would have to be some sort of monetary compensation
Correct!
The Devil Went Down to Georgia
I dunno the title, but the lyrics are:
The roof! The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!
We don’t need no water, let the mother fucker burn.
Those in my social circle enjoy activating their facial muscles upwards and have informed me that I’m quite fortunate; that a new stage of my life is only in its infancy; and that I’m about to sire a male child.
Spoons, correct.
162: Thick as a Brick - Jethro Tull
#98 is tres far out.
Shot in the dark here
“Only You.” (Doo-wop, doo-wop)
See #103.
Danny’s Song.
The person of XY genetic makeup whose spermatozoa combined with another person’s egg in order to form the person who is singing this song, arrived using an unspecified means of conveyance, along with the person who is singing this song, at an event consisting of musical instruments such as tubas and cymbals carried by people playing them and rhymically locomoting, taking place in a settlement typically containing over one hundred thousand inhabitants. This happened when the singer of this song was quite prepubescent.
Hentor the Barbarian: Correct!
My Chemical Romance, “Black Parade”
Correct!