peppermint 0 #1 April 15, 2003 I do, I really do! Ask me and I'll prove it too! This rhymes! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BoobieCootie 0 #2 April 15, 2003 Love is in the air... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
kiltboy 0 #4 April 15, 2003 Everywhere I look around........................ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #5 April 15, 2003 I would love to! We could have a party and use those love hurts toys!!! Come on Kevin! Love me too! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jtval 0 #6 April 15, 2003 QuoteLove is in the air... I think that song is funnier if you read along with these lyrics heres a lovely little song from john paul young Love is in the ass everywhere I look around love is in the ass every sight and every sound and I don't know if I'm being foolish don't know if I'm being wise but it's something that I must believe in and it's there when I look in your eyes. Love is in the ass, in the whisper of the tree, love is in the ass in the thunder of the sea, and I don't know if I'm just dreaming, don't know if I feel safe, but it's something that I must believe in and it's there when you call out my name. Love is in the ass, love is in the ass, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Love is in the ass, in the rising of the sun, love is in the ass, when the day is nearly done, and I don't know if you are illusion, don't know if I see truth, but you are something that I must believe in, and you are there when I reach out for you. Love is in the ass everywhere I look around love is in the ass every sight and every sound and I don't know if I'm being foolish don't know if I'm being wise but it's something that I must believe in and it's there when I look in your eyes. Love is in the ass, love is in the ass, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh.My photos My Videos Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #7 April 15, 2003 LMFAssO! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Spy38W 0 #8 April 15, 2003 Quote Quote Love is in the air... I think that song is funnier if you read along with these lyrics heres a lovely little song from john paul young Love is in the ass everywhere I look around love is in the ass Oh shit, he's turning Chrome.... -- Hook high, flare on time Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jtval 0 #9 April 15, 2003 LOL the last line of the chorus REALLY Sets it off! it hurts to listen to it now b/c its TOO damn funnyMy photos My Videos Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BoobieCootie 0 #10 April 15, 2003 Quote I would love to! We could have a party and use those love hurts toys!!! Love shack BABY!!! Funky little shack Funky little shack Everybody's movin Everybody's groovin BABY! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
kingbunky 3 #11 April 15, 2003 sounds like someone's twitterpated! def: Twitterpated: being attracted to someone to the extent that the mere mention of them makes one feel all fluttery in the tummy, causes a silly grin to spread across one’s face, and leads to an almost full-time case of distraction. "Hang on a sec, the young'uns are throwin' beer cans at a golf cart." MB4252 TDS699 killing threads since 2001 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Vallerina 2 #12 April 15, 2003 Ahhh....now I see why sexy Kevin hasn't come to me "depressed" in a long time! There's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #13 April 15, 2003 Quotesounds like someone's twitterpated! def: Twitterpated: being attracted to someone to the extent that the mere mention of them makes one feel all fluttery in the tummy, causes a silly grin to spread across one’s face, and leads to an almost full-time case of distraction. I am twitterpated and twisterpated and excitapated. I told you all..Spring is here! Let us rise and swell. The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #14 April 15, 2003 Quote Quote I would love to! We could have a party and use those love hurts toys!!! Love shack BABY!!! Funky little shack Funky little shack Everybody's movin Everybody's groovin BABY! Tin Roof - Rusted! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freakous 0 #15 April 15, 2003 Wow, so there is something to the being nice thing Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mujie96 0 #16 April 15, 2003 Suddenly, I feel queasy. Where are all my fellow followers of the GET OUT BEFORE IT GETS LIGHT (unless its a really good party) faith? Congratulations to the lovebirds you two are so cuuuuuuuute Just keep swimming...just keep swimming.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #17 April 15, 2003 I had to get out, meself and head to the local Wal-mart. I found a little tree, with little cutesy wooden bugs and flowers and froggies and duckies to hang, rather like a Kissymouse tree. And it was only six bucks! May the gods smile upon Wal-Mart, even if Sam Walton was a fucking fascist capitalist imperialistic commercial conquistador. The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freakous 0 #18 April 15, 2003 No, how do you really feel about Sam Walton? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mujie96 0 #19 April 15, 2003 I want to meet Peppermint. Just keep swimming...just keep swimming.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freakous 0 #20 April 15, 2003 Quote I want to meet Peppermint. Thank you for the wonderful visual Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #21 April 15, 2003 QuoteI want to meet Peppermint. Cool! Come to MD and we'll have a great time!!! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mujie96 0 #22 April 15, 2003 OOOOOOHHH its COLD there, I have this thing about states that rarely hit triple digit temps. Are you going to Memorial Day or WFFC or the Holiday Boogie? Just keep swimming...just keep swimming.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #23 April 15, 2003 Quote OOOOOOHHH its COLD there, I have this thing about states that rarely hit triple digit temps. Are you going to Memorial Day or WFFC or the Holiday Boogie? It's actually a lovely, warm Spring day here, but I understand your need for triple digit temps. I don't have plans to go to those said events - who knows how my arm will be by then. It's a day by day thing. If so, I will definitely look you up! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
kevin922 0 #24 April 15, 2003 *shaking head* i can't believe this. my first i love you thread.. is that beer? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
peppermint 0 #25 April 15, 2003 Quote *shaking head* i can't believe this. my first i love you thread.. is that beer? Believe it! Believe the words. It's words to us, as we ponder the equation incarnate before us dissolving back into five-sensory, illusory reality and see the people walk by, the girls with their giggles and the boys with their swaggers, the masters preen and matrons impress - as we watched created witches burn and slaves undress of their very flesh at the word of their unheeding masters - as we hear all voices fade into different anew, constrained by our sleep and embraced by our dream of reason? It may dawn on us, as we ponder an apparently paradoxical riddle, as we reach for our beloved blankets in the night or the arm of our lover or the breath of our children or the ache in our bellies or the blood in our veins or a skin to regarb - as sleep folds like a shroud and we are allowed to live this daily hell that is sleep to the hellishness of awakening, a simple notion: "What do you hold onto, when the door closes behind us?" And the answer, just on the edge of consciousness, just at the brink of rousing, comes wrapped in isolation, laughing in the rain of hyperbole, gleeful at the run of the higher mathematics of the universe itself, pained with a thousand poets' melancholy, mute by the very power that gives it voice, "You." And we may be inane or arrogant or naif enough to think it's weeping for itself. Believe! The flowing wave returns not, nor does the passing hour. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
