Frank lives!! Frank Zappa - Broken Hearts Are for a$$holes Lyrics Hey! do you know what you are? Youre an ********! an *******! Some of you might not agree cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see... Broken hearts are for *******s Broken hearts are for *******s Are you an *******? Broken hearts are for *******s Are you an ******* too? Whatcha gonna do, cause youre an *******... Maybe you think youre a lonely guy Maybe you think youre too tough to cry So you went to the grape, Just to give it a try And dagmar Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofa***** I ever saw in my life get the gist??? DL
Hey you sack of piece of shiat, I bet you a the type of son of a biatch that would fuk a another person in the azz and not give him the god dom courtesy to give him reach around. You little maggot. You make wanna vomit. Your days of fingerbanging old Mary Jane Rottencrotch are over you piece of shiat. You're so fuken ungly you could be a modern art masterpiece. You are nothing but a unorganized grabasstic piece of amphibian shiat. Do you suc d*ks? Are you a peter puffer? Bull shiat. I bet you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose! to actually here them said to you: http://www.ameryonline.com/soundboards/jacket.html enjoy
You are the love child of Allan Lambo and Gary Green. That should make you feel all warm and squishy.
The things that you contribute to this forum make about as much sense as Katherine Hepburn making love to Oscar Wilde at the Battle of Hastings in 1066 while arrows fired by the Olsen twins land all around them, and large orangutans sit playing chess while wearing Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses and 19th century wedding dresses. In other words, your posts are as random as Enzo Ferrari and Ferruccio Lamborghini buying a time share together in Hawaii from Alan Fielder, who then takes them to a 24 hour bowling alley, where Ferruccio bowls a 300, kisses Alan on the lips, and then turns to Gollum, from The Lord of the Rings, who was in the next lane, who comes over to Ferruccio, grabs him by the private parts, and hisses, "my precious," while Enzo orders another round and Sherlock Holmes comes to investigate, finding that he has been beaten to it by Mr. Bean, who starts throwing Nerf footballs at everyone and singing about his wide-brimmed cowboy hat to the tune of "Old Man River." That's how much sense you make.
My humor is lost on you! My friends from high school and I used to make up long, random, rambling similes all the time and we were rolling on the floor laughing at their ridiculousness... Oh well, know your audience, I guess... Blackadder had some amazing random similes. I was also kind of troping on the Dennis Miller standup joke at the beginning of a certain Family Guy episode.
I saw your momma kicking a cardboard box down the street.... I asked her "what'cha doin, ho-biotch?" She says, "moving...."
The stealthing technology used to hide your brain from all attacks of reason is impressive. Are NASA designing advanced retards now? You lose IQ points every time you take a dump. I hear you changed your mind! What did you do with the diaper? If brains were dynamite, you wouldn't have enough to blow the kneecap off a flea. Is that a pimple on your ass or a brain tumor? Your gene pool could use a little chlorine. Want more ?? I could go on for days
