The hairy one said, " We don't want the thing. You have to throw it away yourself." He was very disappointed. He thought it was unfair of the gods to make him throw the thing off the Earth. In fact, he began to doubt if they really were gods.
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Somewhere on a park bench Godot is waiting on me.
Yes, I do simply walk into Mordor!
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You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, when youre on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
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Somewhere on a park bench Godot is waiting on me.
Yes, I do simply walk into Mordor!
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I'd have to be crazy to stop all my singin'
And never play music again
You'd call me a fool if I took up a top hat
Ran out and flagged down the wind
I'd have to be weird to grow me a beard
Just to see what the rednecks would do
But I'd have to be crazy, plumb outa my mind
To fall out of love with you
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And I wish I were somewhere other than here
Down in some honky-tonk sippin' on a beer
Originally posted by gestyr
You gotta sleep on your toes, when youre on the street
They say Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber
Every little sound might just be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
Originally posted by gestyr Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
Im crazy for tryin
Crazy for cryin
And Im crazy
For lovin you
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time...
Originally posted by wortchillergoal I do believe that my other hobby, see avatar, matches well with being crazy.
But do you fondly recall the good old days of professional hockey when only rookies wore helmets and you could always tell the goalie by how few teeth he had?
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Somewhere on a park bench Godot is waiting on me.
Yes, I do simply walk into Mordor!
Drunken sailors: What do you do with them? Next on The View!
Originally posted by gestyr But do you fondly recall the good old days of professional hockey when only rookies wore helmets and you could always tell the goalie by how few teeth he had?
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