Southern Comfort
back in the day at vic and mur’s frat house where i was allowed to drink underage. man law.
2 years agoMy Life According to a Music Survey
Using only songs from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can’t use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “My Life According to (ARTIST NAME)”.
Pick Your Artist:
Foreigner
Are you male or female?
Dirty White Boy
Describe yourself:
Too bad I couldn’t save “Dirty White Boy” for this one, huh? I’ll go with…”Lowdown and Dirty”
How do you feel?
Hot Blooded (come on, I can’t resist)
Describe where you currently live:
Two Different Worlds
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
A Night To Remember
Your favorite form of transportation:
Running The Risk
Your best friend is:
At War With The World
Your favorite color is:
Blue Morning/Blue Day, Rev on the Red Line
What is the weather like?
Ready for the Rain
Favorite time of day:
Night Life
If your life was a T.V. show, what would it be called?
I’ll Get Even With You or Break It Up
What is life to you?
Counting Every Minute
Your relationships:
I Wanna Know What Love Is (aww)
Your fear:
Crash and Burn
What is the best advice you have to give?
Face to Face
If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Headknocker
Thought for the day:
Love Has Taken It’s Toll
How I would like to die:
When The Night Comes Down?…because Under The Gun is too depressing
My soul’s present condition:
Running the Risk
My Motto:
Counting Every Minute
My Favorite Song:
Waiting for a Girl Like You
Bring it baaaaaaaack!!!fuck no. keep it away. i can’t believe we saw those assholes in concert. oh, yeah…we were high.
I actually meant The Loop. I enjoy things I don’t have to be high to understand.
you do? *keels over from shock and dissapointment*
2 years agoBring it baaaaaaaack!!!
fuck no. keep it away. i can’t believe we saw those assholes in concert. oh, yeah…we were high.
2 years agoA Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure’s lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
lesson planning in july…who’d be the slacker? NOT THIS GUY
2 years ago
last for tonight but the most hilarious…
2 years ago