07-26-2005, 09:37 PM
Lady Vashj,Jul 26 2005, 03:09 PM Wrote:Granted. The health and housing paperwork has been eliminated. You are now rooming with a 300-pound, muscle-bound ex-wrestler (he was thrown off the team after killing his fifth opponent), and he doesn't like you. When he beats the crap out of you and you end up in the care of health services, you are exposed to a disease they don't know you've never been immunized against. To treat it, they give you an antibiotic they don't know you're deadly allergic to. If they'd known your housing preferences and medical history, this would never have happened. Goodbye.
I wish I knew the singer, the name, and/or the lyrics of THAT SONG. All I know is the melody, and that's rather hard to express via the Internet.
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granted. You remember the title, writer, and words that is sitting on the tip of your tongue. You than remember tha you hate the song, but now have it stuck in your head.
I wish I could turn into an anaconda and back.
I may be dead, but I'm not old (source: see lavcat)
The gloves come off, I'm playing hardball. It's fourth and 15 and you're looking at a full-court press. (Frank Drebin in The Naked Gun)
Some people in forums do the next best thing to listening to themselves talk, writing and reading what they write (source, my brother)
The gloves come off, I'm playing hardball. It's fourth and 15 and you're looking at a full-court press. (Frank Drebin in The Naked Gun)
Some people in forums do the next best thing to listening to themselves talk, writing and reading what they write (source, my brother)