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posted on 2004-4-12 at 00:51
that rocks
Sin Ogaris
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posted on 2004-4-12 at 01:07
WOO, go the SMB Theme!
RobH
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posted on 2004-4-12 at 01:55
I never played SMB as a kid, but I have it at my house now... What an amazing game...
Some rapper did a song with the Mario theme song as a sample... Look up "Benefit" - "Super Mario Brothers Rap". Pretty funny.
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1lilrockerchic
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posted on 2004-4-12 at 15:43
meh its ok my bro thinks its a girl playin it
.::Lullaby::.
xX*I am sorry now (but will I ever let you go…)
Things seem so wrong (I had something worth living for)
I cant go on, but its something we’re suppose to do
My heart is crushed, now that I’m without you
I’m without you *Xx
armour_guitarist
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posted on 2004-4-13 at 04:28
wow that was cool.
Some things take more than a lifetime.
mr. dobalina
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posted on 2004-4-13 at 04:44
facial hair would suggest the adrogenous guitarist is a male
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
