RoyalOrleans

We'll just say 'ass' and drop the 'smart', until it can be proven.

A3 Woke Up This Morning (Opening theme song for the Sopranos. For some reason, I like to dance to this song.) You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Your mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes. When you woke up this morning All that love had gone, Your Papa never told you About right and wrong. But you're, but you're looking good, baby, I believe that you're feeling fine, (shame about it), Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. Woke up this morning Got a blue moon in your eyes Woke up this morning Got a blue moon in your eyes Woke up this morning You woke up this morning The world turned upside down, Lord above, thing's ain't been the same Since the Blues walked in our town. Baby, but you're, but you're one in a million You've got that shotgun shine; shame about it, Born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes. Woke up this morning Woke up this morning Got a blue moon in your eyes Woke up this morning When you woke up this morning everything was gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong. Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, Like a voice telling you there was something you should know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low Ain't it times like these that you wonder if you'll ever know The meaning of things as they appear to the others: Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, Don't you wish you didn't think Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on,'cos When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone. Woke up this morning Woke up this morning Woke up this morning You wanna be the Chosen One. Woke up this morning Woke up this morning Woke up this morning Got yourself a gun. Got yourself a gun. Got yourself a gun.

I should've married my next to last girlfriend. She had a knack for cooking and blowjobs and blowing me while she cooked. I would've married her, but she had sucked too many cocks beforehand. I could've smacked her around with my cock, but she was too busy sucking on it. Blah blah... I regret nothing. In divorce, however, I should never have compromised. Fuck compromise.

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Is that you John Wayne?

And I found yours... . There ain't nothing 'lil' about you.

In the trailer park or mobile home community... there are many classics. Such as... Sweet Home Alabama Born To Be Wild Magic Carpet Ride and anything by Charlie Daniels.

I will continue to merge your posts when you make more than two consecutive posts with no reply. That is unless, you are posting something so huge that it can not be contained in one post.

I also make growls, moans, and farting sounds. That usually means I am shitting in your purse.

Go ahead and make me.

It's also an appropriate redneck anthem.

Nope... no ghost. Just me, your horse dicked sex offender neighbor going bump in the night. Ohhh... and I go bump in the daytime, too.

You're getting confused. I am the horse-dicked sex offender neighbor and I go bump in the night.

Fuck compromise.

This thread is making me hungry.

The only Garth Brooks song I have ever liked! It's done to the tune of an old Irish melody slowed a beat or two. "Ireland" They say mother earth is breathing With each wave that finds the shore Her soul rises in the evening For to open twilights door Her eyes are the stars in heaven Watching o'er us all the while And her heart it is in Ireland Deep within the Emerald Isle We are forty against hundreds In someone else's bloody war We know not why were fighting Or what we're dying for They will storm us in the morning When the sunlight turns to sky Death is waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Oh the captain he lay bleeding I can hear him calling me These men are yours now for the leading Show them to their destiny As I look up all around me I see the ragged tired and torn I tell them to make ready 'Cause we're not waiting for the morn Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Now the fog is deep and heavy As we forge the dark and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence we draw near There are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Yes I am home Ireland We were forty against hundreds

It's paid, not payed. Goddammit.

Ohh... I don't give a shit either way. I was just asking for the benefit of the other members.

It could've been beef flavored soy.

Why the fuck are you here?

Ted Kennedy goes down there every evening to play Pong.

Who the fuck is lilmizztemper?

This is your first post?

Yes... ohhhh yes! You damn right.

Hi. Were you people talking about me? Huh, assholes?