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Another reason to love cold weather, a winter jacket is more masculine than carrying a purse.
“He’s Sevendust in tha streets,
Andrew Lloyd Weber in tha sheets.”
Andrew Lloyd Weber in tha sheets.”
Originally Posted by ynwtf
Originally Posted by Wyldesyde19
I’m still angry at myself for cutting Apocalypse Now out and I have serious thoughts in the matter........
Originally Posted by Wyldesyde19
I’m still angry at myself for cutting Apocalypse Now out and I have serious thoughts in the matter........
Okok. Crap may have been too strong a word.
Originally Posted by Yoda
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You can do just 10 if you want, as a last resort. Please send one in!
I’m still angry at myself for cutting Apocalypse Now out and I have serious thoughts in the matter........
Guys, we are very close to the all-time list submission record! Just a couple hours left. Here, I've even made a magic PM link that automatically fills in the title of the message to TUS and everything:
https://www.movieforums.com/communit...le=AllTimeList
You can do just 10 if you want, as a last resort. Please send one in!
https://www.movieforums.com/communit...le=AllTimeList
You can do just 10 if you want, as a last resort. Please send one in!
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
Probably the octopodes.
Dun dun dun...