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Don't punish me with brutality


Talk to me, so you can see


Oh, what's going on


What's going on


Ya, what's going on


Ah, what's going on


In the mean time


Right on, baby


Right on


Right on


Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong


Oh, but who are they to judge us


Simply because our hair is long


Oh, you know we've got to find a way


To bring some understanding here today


Oh


Picket lines and picket signs


Don't punish me with brutality


Talk to me


So you can see


What's going on


Ya, what's going on


Tell me what's going on


I'll tell you what's going on - Uh


Right on baby


Right on baby


Karaoke Ashe wrote:

Getting right on it, President!

Learn to read I am not the President, I am Lord Secretary War-Bucks, the head of the treasuary. And didn't the President ban karaoke in all 63 states. LSoKA get rid of this traitor. *points finger at Karaoke Ashe* I think the white house flower garden needs some more fertilizer if you know what I mean.


Staggers in from the hallway, dressed in torn clothing and looking fearful

Somebody please help me! They're animals I tell you! Animals! Never letting up for a moment, always wanting more! One man can only do so much!

His guards run up, begin to drag him back to his 'room'.

Please help! Call the Australian Embassy! Call Mel Gibson! Call Nicole Kidman! Call PAUL HOGAN!!

HEEEEEEEELP!!!!


Lord Secretary War-Bucks wrote:
Karaoke Ashe wrote:

Getting right on it, President!

Learn to read I am not the President, I am Lord Secretary War-Bucks, the head of the treasuary. And didn't the President ban karaoke in all 63 states. LSoKA get rid of this traitor. *points finger at Karaoke Ashe* I think the white house flower garden needs some more fertilizer if you know what I mean.

Who let the dogs out

(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

(woof, woof, woof, woof)

When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back off me, beast off me
Get back you flea infested monger

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

I'm gonna tell {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
To any girls calling them canine {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" {Yippie Yi, Yo}
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Her bone runs out now

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it

Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
That Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they doah-ooooo(howl)

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

Scarab Sages RPG Superstar 2009 Top 32

Hugh Jackman wrote:
[Please help! Call the Australian Embassy! Call Mel Gibson! Call Nicole Kidman! Call PAUL HOGAN!!

*sticks head out of my office to see what all the commotion is about*

Well I'm afraid that won't do you any good. I've got the Australian Embassy under my thumb. They do whatever I tell them to, and at the moment I am quite happy for the First Lady and Lynora to continute to debrief you. Sorry.
Mel's too busy knocking up Russian Broads and Paul's too busy dodging the Tax Department.
*calls back into his office*
Nicole, do you wan to help Hugh? No. OK then.
*sticks head back out*
Sorry buddy your're out of luck. Gives the nod to the guards to take him back to his sex dunge... I mean guest room.

Scarab Sages

This s@#t's pretty f'd up.

Dark Archive

Life is only what we choose to make it.


need help deciding whats for dinner. I want a chicken dish, possibly low-cal, I am planning on hitting the grocery store/supermarket after work and need help.

Dark Archive

Woodraven, try this.

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Tropical Chicken
1 whole cut up chicken, skinned with the fat removed
3 tbs canola oil, or other low fat oil, dvided
3/4 cup chopped onion
2 cloves of garlic, minced
3 medium tomatos, peeled and chopped
3 cups fresh pineapple chunks
8 ounces water chestnuts
1/4 cup pineapple juice
1 red hot pepper, seeded and chopped
3/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp black pper
1/2 lbs fresh snow peas
1 tbs chopped chives

In a skillet over medium heat, brown the chicken in 2tbs of oil, drain and set aside.

In the same skillet, saute the onion and garlic in remaining oil until tender. Add tomatoes, pineapple, water chestnuts, pineapple juice, red pepper, salt, and pepper.

Return chicken to the pan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat an simmer for 45 minutes add peas and chives; cover and simmer for 10-15 minutes or until the peas are tender and the chicken juices run clear. Thicken the pan juices with cornstarch, if desired. Serve with hot rice.

Dark Archive

I love the irony here.

Dark Archive

Danflor wrote:
I love the irony here.

Don't forget the lemony-lime goodness of Spite.


Karaoke Ashe wrote:
Lord Secretary War-Bucks wrote:
Karaoke Ashe wrote:

Getting right on it, President!

Learn to read I am not the President, I am Lord Secretary War-Bucks, the head of the treasuary. And didn't the President ban karaoke in all 63 states. LSoKA get rid of this traitor. *points finger at Karaoke Ashe* I think the white house flower garden needs some more fertilizer if you know what I mean.
A sanity-blasting song

That's it!!!!

<Retrieves the large caliber Gatling Fireball Wand gun>

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

There that should do it.

<Looks around at smoldering ruins of the Purple House>

That might have been overkill.


~peeks up over the table~

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

(When I hold you in my arms)
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!

And when I feel my finger on your trigger
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!

I know nobody can do me no harm
Oooooooooh, oh yeah!

Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Yes it is, gun!
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Happiness (is a warm gun)
is a warm gun, yeeeaahhh!


*Dons black hooded robe, grabs scythe, and starts walking toward Karaoke Ashe*

Sorry Aberzombie it has to be done

*points finger at Karaoke Ashe* Your time is up, time to go on a vacation takes a step closer and swings scythe at neck level to Karaoke Ashe


Geez, I feel like Commander Worf!


Lord Secretary War-Bucks wrote:

*Dons black hooded robe, grabs scythe, and starts walking toward Karaoke Ashe*

Sorry Aberzombie it has to be done

*points finger at Karaoke Ashe* Your time is up, time to go on a vacation takes a step closer and swings scythe at neck level to Karaoke Ashe

~ducks below the scythe~

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper


Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Geez, I feel like Commander Worf!

{looks around in confusion} Wha-? you feel like you just got you a** handed to you by the alien threat of the week despite being an experienced Klingon warrior and Head of Security? I'm sorry, that must feel awful. {pats his arm reassuringly, hands him a frosty cocktail of Blood Wine & Prune Juice}

The Exchange

Karaoke Ashe wrote:
Lord Secretary War-Bucks wrote:

*Dons black hooded robe, grabs scythe, and starts walking toward Karaoke Ashe*

Sorry Aberzombie it has to be done

*points finger at Karaoke Ashe* Your time is up, time to go on a vacation takes a step closer and swings scythe at neck level to Karaoke Ashe

~ducks below the scythe~

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Starts shooting the Karaoke guy with his rocket launcher, then calls a squadron of GARs over to help "fertilize" the garden.

Kill the criminal!


Eekster Buhnay wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Geez, I feel like Commander Worf!
{looks around in confusion} Wha-? you feel like you just got you a** handed to you by the alien threat of the week despite being an experienced Klingon warrior and Head of Security? I'm sorry, that must feel awful. {pats his arm reassuringly, hands him a frosty cocktail of Blood Wine & Prune Juice}

Ka'plah! Er, thanks!

<Dashes down cocktail>

I feel kind of funny...

<Slumps to the floor>


Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Eekster Buhnay wrote:
{pats his arm reassuringly, hands him a frosty cocktail of Blood Wine & Prune Juice}

Ka'plah! Er, thanks!

<Dashes down cocktail>

I feel kind of funny...

<Slumps to the floor>

Huh, I didn't even spike it with anything?! Poor dear must have had a long day. {drags him into the Palace Study and up onto couch}

Aww, he wooks just like a big ol cuddley fuzzy stuffed bear with 6" claws, razor-sharp teeth, and slightly rabid.


L. G. G., C. o. t. 101st G.A.R. wrote:


Starts shooting the Karaoke guy with his rocket launcher, then calls a squadron of GARs over to help "fertilize" the garden.
Kill the criminal!

~begins dancing and jumping around the room~

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.


Hippy Interdependence Dey!
Kools att teh bagder onn teh flour, ten kills heme beefour nurring bake too teh Puddle tread.


lynora wrote:
Skipper wrote:
Gilli Gan wrote:
How are we ever going to get off this island?
I don't know... Can you remember why the professor can't fix a four-foot hole in a boat again?
I believe their names are Ginger and Mary Ann, she says dryly.

Yeah, the professor gets all the girls, and I get Mrs. Howell, when she's in a "cougar" mood. What's up with that?


Gilli Gan wrote:
lynora wrote:
Skipper wrote:
Gilli Gan wrote:
How are we ever going to get off this island?
I don't know... Can you remember why the professor can't fix a four-foot hole in a boat again?
I believe their names are Ginger and Mary Ann, she says dryly.
Yeah, the professor gets all the girls, and I get Mrs. Howell, when she's in a "cougar" mood. What's up with that?

Still better than that damn chimp...


Skipper wrote:
Gilli Gan wrote:
lynora wrote:
Skipper wrote:
Gilli Gan wrote:
How are we ever going to get off this island?
I don't know... Can you remember why the professor can't fix a four-foot hole in a boat again?
I believe their names are Ginger and Mary Ann, she says dryly.
Yeah, the professor gets all the girls, and I get Mrs. Howell, when she's in a "cougar" mood. What's up with that?
Still better than that damn chimp...

Er, heh heh.

I've forgotten about it! Why can't you!?!??!?!!!

<Sobs>

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