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Coming over here, eating our marmalade...
Bet they'd have held their fire if he'd been a polar bear.
From the Cartoon Identity Crisis challenge. See all 423 entries (closed)
(, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 20:48, archived)
happiness is a warm gunand an erection.
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the RAND corporation a.k.a. Kevin Saxe-Coburg-Gotha,
Fri 11 Jul 2008, 21:01,
archived)
happiness is a loaded weaponand a short cut is better by far,
explosive bolts, ten thousand volts,
at a million miles an hour,
abrasive wheels and molten metals,
it's a semi-automatic, get in the car,
corrosive heart and frozen heat,
we're worlds apart where we could meet,
where the street fold round and the motors start,
and the idiot wields the power,
where the chosen hold the highest card,
on the field of honour where the ground is hard,
so the highest hand is joking wild,
and the house soon fold and no-one stand,
I put my finger on and dialled,
the tower, the moon, the gun, and
nine nine nine, singer down,
cloudburst and all around,
the first are last, the blessed get wired,
the best is yet to come,
I put my finger on and fired,
heat-seeking, out of the sun,
you can set the controls for the heart or the knees,
and the meek'll inherit what they damn well please,
get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger,
everything under the gun . . .
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Fri 11 Jul 2008, 21:17,
archived)
explosive bolts, ten thousand volts,
at a million miles an hour,
abrasive wheels and molten metals,
it's a semi-automatic, get in the car,
corrosive heart and frozen heat,
we're worlds apart where we could meet,
where the street fold round and the motors start,
and the idiot wields the power,
where the chosen hold the highest card,
on the field of honour where the ground is hard,
so the highest hand is joking wild,
and the house soon fold and no-one stand,
I put my finger on and dialled,
the tower, the moon, the gun, and
nine nine nine, singer down,
cloudburst and all around,
the first are last, the blessed get wired,
the best is yet to come,
I put my finger on and fired,
heat-seeking, out of the sun,
you can set the controls for the heart or the knees,
and the meek'll inherit what they damn well please,
get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger,
everything under the gun . . .
pfffthe had a large coat, and ran when questioned.
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Finite "Aardvark sorted out my shit!" on,
Fri 11 Jul 2008, 21:01,
archived)