Originally posted by Röland
Tell me Bill, how much time a week would ya say you spend on these TPS reports?Yeeeaaah......
Originally posted by Barker
Michael Bolton: Tom, every week you say you're going to lose your job and you're still here.
Tom Smykowski: Not this time. I'll bet I'm the first one laid off! Just the thought of having to go to the state unemployment office and stand in line with those SCUMBAGS...
Tom Smykowski: Well-well look. I already told you: I deal with the god damn customers so the engineers don't have to. I have people skills; I am good at dealing with people. Can't you understand that? What the hell is wrong with you people?
In the Office Space spirit....
Geto Boys - Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his ****in mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas dont start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas dont flex nuts
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas dont sleep
And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin, pussy-eatin prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the **** you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in jamaica
Now Im in the us makin deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you dont really know
Ridin around town in a drop-top benz
Hittin switches in my black six-fo
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and Ill last
Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin cocksuckin prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the **** you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of little miss sweet
But catch the ***** all alone get the digit take her out
And then dump-hittin the ass with the meat
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse aint tellin off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas dont talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas dont run for shit
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas cant run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the motha****as shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
Cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta
And now, a word from the president!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the white house
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin down
Like lettin a big drug shipment through
And send em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or Ill send a million troops to die at war
To all you republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Originally posted by Röland
Tom Smykowski: Well-well look. I already told you: I deal with the god damn customers so the engineers don't have to. I have people skills; I am good at dealing with people. Can't you understand that? What the hell is wrong with you people?
Originally posted by Barker
I like it when they're walking up that small hill and Tom goes up and he slouches over and he uses his arms to walk like a Gorilla or something. 13
I like when they are going to plant the virus and that girl walks by, she is like "Michael Bolton!" And Micheal gets this look of extreme disgust on his face. 31
Valencia ~ The Space Between
Emery ~ The Poytail Parades
Three sleepless nights
This isn't how its supposed to be.
But you are so good at
taking your time to get back to me.
I will wait for you forever,
If you would just ask me.
I thought that I could change you
But you changed me.
It doesn't feel right,
Holding someone else's hand.
Together on phone lines,
And living at two opposite ends.
It scares me to think,
That you could find takers other than me
And better than me.
But you're head, it's elsewhere,
And I’m talking enough for both of us.
When will you see it's not (it’s not) so easy for me
But you’re careless, and whispered, insulting, and bruising.
And I thought that you said
Things were improving.
These laces are untied,
But my feet are still walking away.
Walking away.
(I fall from you eyes, your eyes I trusted, you said forever)
I never thought that you could say these words.
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say that we can...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say that we can still be...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
Is this really happening?
(Don't say that we can still be friends)
Erase my name from this page.
How can you take all these days
(What is inside of me what have I done?)
And throw them away
(Is this the only way that you will notice me?)
As I sit here waiting for you (for you)
(Dead words for closed ears all this is sung for you)
I stay up nights
(If you are still pretending this is what's right)
Until stars leave the sky
(Why can't you look at me can you only see?)
Knowing what my dreams can take away
(One side, your side, can take away)
Walk away from me.
This night is done.
*sigh*
[size=2][Summer Dress 1- +/- ♥]
in the morning before he wakes up,
she’s collecting her clothes around the bed.
walking tiptoes and fixing her hair,
shuts the door and she runs down the stairs.
in a summer dress she walks on home,
all her winter clothes are gone or sold.
there’s no looking back and there’s no fear,
there’s no reason for her to believe,
that she needs to hang on to her past,
it’s so natural just to move on,
and he doesn’t know that she’s really,
gone into her closet and her drawers,
to throw out the things she can’t ignore.
in a summer dress she walks on home,
all her winter clothes are gone or sold.
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*sigh*
[size=2][Walk in a Straight Line- +/- ♥]
In a peculiar way,
I think I might stay,
Attached to you.
When I come around,
I won’t make a sound,
For you.
All my ideas,
Are premised on the truth,
That it was you,
Who loved me.
I’ll walk in a straight line,
And so you might find,
It’s really true.
If I steal away,
Then I’ll hear you say,
All I need.
All my ideas,
Are premised on the truth,
That it was you,
who loved me.
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