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Mal1ce on August 29, 2001 at 8:01 AM |
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Remind me too smack you when I meet you.... posted by Mal1ce on August 29, 2001 at 07:14 AM |
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when I was still lived in IN I had a girl friend that was
rather well endowed. Both of us lived in a rural area between
two larger towns in an area that was largely county roads.
She would almost never stop at stop signs. The reason being
that you could see for miles around and if there was no car
coming from the other direction, what was the point. Occasionally,
when she would get stopped for doing this (sneaky bastards
would hide behind tractors and such) she would just un-button
the top two buttons on her shirt, fluff her hair, and put on
the innocent look with bedroom eyes. Worked every single
forking time, used to make me sick. One day however, her luck
ran out and I was there too witness the fall....muahahahah.
We had gotten pulled over, she was going thru her ritual, the
cop comes to the window........and its a woman! Bahahahaha.
The cop was real cool nonchalant about the whole thing.
Didnt say anything until she was handing back her license
and giving the whole Be careful speech, and then just as
she was about to walk away, she turns and says "Oh, and
mam....you may want to button your shirt up, looks like its
gonna get chilly tonight".
I was laughing soooooo hard I almost blacked out.
=)
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I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed
I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head
I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box
On Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop
I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep
I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep
I'd love to soothe you with my voice and take your hand in mine
I'd love to take you past the stars and out of reach of time
I'd love to see inside your mind, to tear it all apart
To cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart
I'd love to take your satin dolls and tear them all to shreds
I'd love to mess your pretty hair, I'd love to see you dead.
-Oingo Boingo - "Insanity"
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