I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
Celestial Healer wrote: Jack Hammer wrote: Celestial Healer wrote: We need a few more pages for a solid breakaway from the Jacks. Quality, peasants. Quality.
I had a breakaway once. Cleared the room for a week! This thread was never about quality. I'm trying to sing here.
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters
And I've got a song to sing
It's the hammer of justice
It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters
starts dancing it's really fun you know!
I would sing another song, but it's hard to top my recent rendition of "The Humpty Dance"...
I found the TSR PDF's I purchased here (and didn't get to re-download) on an old external hard drive yesterday. Yay!
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Lost in the night
Wandering alone
Try as I might to escape the fight
It never lets me go
I know, I know
I've got to find a way
a way To rise above it all
Saint_Meerkat wrote: I found the TSR PDF's I purchased here (and didn't get to re-download) on an old external hard drive yesterday. Yay! Lucky you.
How many pages is this thread supposed to be again?
Tiny Tina wrote: I'd hammer in the evening
Talking dirty will get you everywhere
Dragonsage47 wrote: Lost in the night
Wandering alone
Try as I might to escape the fight
It never lets me go
I know, I know
I've got to find a way
a way To rise above it all
cast light! you will be able to see better, and then maybe you would be able to fly away.
Sebastian wrote: How many pages is this thread supposed to be again? 501. We're getting there.
Jack Hammer wrote: Tiny Tina wrote: I'd hammer in the evening
Talking dirty will get you everywhere Sorry big guy, Lynora-Jill is more my type. We might let you join in though if she wants.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA -HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
cough cough sorry, that was my inner evil speaking...
please don't turn undead!
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
i am going to keep my distance from tina...
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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