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  • Lupin_the_3rd
    FFR Player
    • Oct 2003
    • 2665

    #121
    "...of all the blasphemous acts of god, why this?" muttered the hobo, as his house's deed was dipped into a door

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    • DanMan69
      FFR Player
      • Jun 2003
      • 34

      #122
      Who invented the internet?

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      • Lupin_the_3rd
        FFR Player
        • Oct 2003
        • 2665

        #123
        Al Gore...duhhhhhh
        Survey says:

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        • RobbyZero
          FFR Player
          • Sep 2003
          • 4613

          #124
          Originally posted by DanMan69
          Who invented the internet?
          Your mom!!!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH SNAP BIAAAAATCH

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          • qualy
            FFR Player
            • Sep 2003
            • 864

            #125
            George, George, George of the Jungle, strong as he can be!

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            • Lupin_the_3rd
              FFR Player
              • Oct 2003
              • 2665

              #126
              happy easter? Survey says: Wednesday is no

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              • qualy
                FFR Player
                • Sep 2003
                • 864

                #127
                Lupin_the_3rd



                Joined: Oct 12, 2003
                Posts: 657
                Location: I wish not to be stalked by a shady person-->Jewpin
                Status: Offline

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                • aleco
                  FFR Player
                  • Oct 2003
                  • 1054

                  #128
                  It's all right. I had Subway last night.
                  I still exist...

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                  • qualy
                    FFR Player
                    • Sep 2003
                    • 864

                    #129
                    Woah... I see purple polkadotted spots.

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                    • hydrojakep
                      FFR Player
                      • Nov 2003
                      • 2293

                      #130
                      Kamek: Bwa ha ha! That fool is playing right into my trap!

                      Bowser: Your move.

                      Kamek: Checkmate!

                      Bowser: What?! Throw him in the dungeon!

                      Some Boom Booms come in and grab Kamek.

                      Bowser: I'd better get ready. Mario could come at any minute!

                      Peach: MMMMMMMPH!

                      Peach is tied up.

                      Bowser: Anyway, take Kamek away!

                      Kamek: Wait! I never got to tell you my latest plan to beat Mario! It's sure to work!

                      Bowser: Yeah, just like the last 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times.

                      Kamek: But this one will WORK!

                      Bowser: Hmmmmm. Fine. But this is your last chance Kamek!

                      Kamek: Watch this. KAMAMETAMORPH!

                      Bowser: Oh boy. You said a really big word. That will really help against Mario.

                      Kamek: ... Look around you Bowser.

                      Bowser is surrounded by Pokémon.

                      Bowser: AHHHHHHHHHHH! Make them go away! NOOOOOOOOOO!

                      Kamek: They are not really there. It is all an illusion.

                      Bowser tries to hit a Pikachu, but his hand passes right through it.

                      Bowser: Cool!

                      Meanwhile...

                      Mario: I'd-a better-a save-a Princess-a Peach-a... Hey-a! My-a accent-a isn't-a after-a every-a word-a! Fix-a it-a you-a stupid-a narrator-a!

                      Sorry, my bad. I'll get rid of it completly. This may take a while, though...

                      Two hours later at Bowser's castle...

                      Bowser: Mario's taking too long. Oh well. Let the torture begin!

                      Peach is suspended over a vat of boiling lava.

                      Bowser: How come all these torture devices take so long? Oh well. Guard, begin the unnecessarily slow dipping mechanism.

                      Peach is slowly being lowered into the vat of lava.

                      VOOP! VOOP!

                      Bowser: The alarm! Mario is coming! Kamek, ready your illusions.

                      Kamek: KAMAMETAMORPH!

                      Meanwhile...

                      Mario: This is too easy. All the doors are open!

                      Mario hurries through the first room as Bob-ombs explode everywhere. In the second, he is greeted by 500 Bullet Bills, which all pass straight through him. In the third, he runs through the lava.

                      Mario: That was easy...

                      Bowser: GAH! It's Mario! He's too stupid to be fooloed by your illusions, Kamek!

                      Mario stomps Bowser and Kamek, then, feeling very pleased with himself, exits the castle.

                      Peach: MMMMMMMMMMPH!!!

                      Peach is lowered completly into the lava, though it doesn't matter because of that 1-up Mushroom she had
                      in her pocket.

                      Kamek: Um, are you still going to throw me in the dungeon?

                      Bowser: No.

                      Kamek: Whew!

                      Bowser: Instead, I'm going to throw you in the lava!

                      He does.



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                      • Lupin_the_3rd
                        FFR Player
                        • Oct 2003
                        • 2665

                        #131
                        One day an Asian barber shaped exactly like a cube touched the big red button. 19 purple geese then began talking with thick Scottish accents, shaving cats, and pushing each other into hamburgers with mattress catalogs. I have gopher highlights in my CD player, which only reads ketchup stories about Rake Yohn. You wish your McDonalds computer was as orange as an oversized chainlink fence. A chimney is no more of a retard than gay midgets in June. Klondike paper cut doll toilet skatepark eye. "Do the middle of yer chest!" How cool would footballs be if they made giraffes that distributed burnt hair out of wet cheese statues of famous chimney sweapers! The gill / Shitgoose / Gay vulture. Leg. Homocidal fiber-filled electric pandas. Battery-operated cat squeezer. Dildo spank. Should.

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                        • hydrojakep
                          FFR Player
                          • Nov 2003
                          • 2293

                          #132
                          If youre paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes fit in a doghouse? None! Icecream doesn't have bones!!!



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                          • Takisho
                            FFR Player
                            • Nov 2003
                            • 920

                            #133
                            Lyrics to every song on Tool's album "Aenema." (sp?)

                            01
                            Stinkfist

                            Something has to change.
                            Un-deniable dilemma.
                            Boredom's not a burden
                            Anyone should bear.

                            Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
                            and I wouldn't have
                            It any other way.

                            It's not enough.
                            I need more.
                            Nothing seems to satisfy.
                            I don't want it.
                            I just need it.
                            To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

                            Finger deep within the borderline.
                            Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
                            Relax, turn around and take my hand.

                            I can help you change
                            Tired moments into pleasure.
                            Say the word and we'll be
                            Well upon our way.

                            Blend and balance
                            Pain and comfort
                            Deep within you
                            Till you will not have me any other way.

                            It's not enough.
                            I need more.
                            Nothing seems to satisfy.
                            I don't want it.
                            I just need it.
                            To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

                            Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
                            This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
                            Relax. Slip away.

                            Something kinda sad about
                            the way that things have come to be.
                            Desensitized to everything.
                            What became of subtlety?

                            How can it mean anything to me
                            If I really don't feel anything at all?

                            I'll keep digging till
                            I feel something.

                            Elbow deep inside the borderline.
                            Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
                            Shoulder deep within the borderline.
                            Relax. Turn around and take my hand.



                            02
                            Eulogy

                            He had alot to say.
                            He had alot of nothing to say.
                            We'll miss him.

                            So long.
                            We wish you well.
                            You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
                            Well then, so long.
                            Don't cry.
                            Or feel too down.
                            Not all martyrs see divinity.
                            But at least you tried.

                            Standing above the crowd,
                            He had a voice that was strong and loud.
                            We'll miss him.
                            Ranting and pointing his finger
                            At everything but his heart.
                            We'll miss him.

                            No way to recall
                            What it was that you had said to me,
                            Like I care at all.

                            So loud.
                            You sure could yell.
                            You took a stand on every little thing
                            And so loud.

                            Standing above the crowd,
                            He had a voice so strong and loud and I
                            Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
                            Eager to identify with
                            Someone above the ground,
                            Someone who seemed to feel the same,
                            Someone prepared to lead the way, with
                            Someone who would die for me.

                            Will you? Will you now?
                            Would you die for me?
                            Don't you fuckin lie.

                            Don't you step out of line.
                            Don't you fuckin lie.

                            You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
                            Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

                            You had alot to say.
                            You had alot of nothing to say.

                            Come down.
                            Get off your fuckin cross.
                            We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

                            To ascend you must die.
                            You must be crucified
                            For your sins and your lies. [sic]
                            Goodbye...



                            03
                            H.

                            What's coming through is alive.
                            What's holding up is a mirror.
                            But what's singing songs is a snake
                            Looking to turn this piss to wine.

                            They're both totally void of hate,
                            But killing me just the same.

                            The snake behind me hisses
                            What my damage could have been.
                            My blood before me begs me
                            Open up my heart again.

                            And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
                            Considerately.

                            Venomous voice, tempts me,
                            Drains me, bleeds me,
                            Leaves me cracked and empty.
                            Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

                            The snake behind me hisses
                            What my damage could have been.
                            My blood before me begs me
                            Open up my heart again.

                            And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

                            I am too connected to you to
                            Slip away, to fade away.
                            Days away I still feel you
                            Touching me, changing me,
                            And considerately killing me.

                            Without the skin,
                            Beneath the storm,
                            Under these tears
                            The walls came down.

                            And the snake is drowned and
                            As I look in his eyes,
                            My fear begins to fade
                            Recalling all of those times.

                            I could have cried then.
                            I should have cried then.

                            And as the walls come down and
                            As I look in your eyes
                            My fear begins to fade
                            Recalling all of the times
                            I have died
                            and will die.
                            It's all right.
                            I don't mind.

                            I am too connected to you to
                            Slip away, to fade away.
                            Days away I still feel you
                            Touching me, changing me,

                            And considerately killing me.



                            04
                            Useful Idiot

                            There are no words.



                            05
                            Forty-Six & 2

                            My shadow's

                            Shedding skin and
                            I've been picking
                            Scabs again.
                            I'm down
                            Digging through
                            My old muscles
                            Looking for a clue.

                            I've been crawling on my belly
                            Clearing out what could've been.
                            I've been wallowing in my own confused
                            And insecure delusions
                            For a piece to cross me over
                            Or a word to guide me in.
                            I wanna feel the changes coming down.
                            I wanna know what I've been hiding in

                            My shadow.
                            Change is coming through my shadow.
                            My shadow's shedding skin
                            I've been picking
                            My scabs again.

                            I've been crawling on my belly
                            Clearing out what could've been.
                            I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
                            And insecure delusions.

                            I wanna feel the change consume me,
                            Feel the outside turning in.
                            I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
                            Cleansing I've endured within

                            My shadow
                            Change is coming.
                            Now is my time.
                            Listen to my muscle memory.
                            Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
                            Forty-six and two ahead of me.

                            I choose to live and to
                            Grow, take and give and to
                            Move, learn and love and to
                            Cry, kill and die and to
                            Be paranoid and to
                            Lie, hate and fear and to
                            Do what it takes to move through.

                            I choose to live and to
                            Lie, kill and give and to
                            Die, learn and love and to
                            Do what it takes to step through.

                            See my shadow changing,
                            Stretching up and over me.
                            Soften this old armor.
                            Hoping I can clear the way
                            By stepping through my shadow,
                            Coming out the other side.
                            Step into the shadow.
                            Forty six and two are just ahead of me.



                            06
                            Message to Harry Manback

                            [words in brackets unclear]

                            Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)

                            Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
                            When you kicked out people [out of] your house

                            I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
                            you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.

                            I [don't have the] courage
                            to kick your ass directly.
                            Don't have enough courage for that,
                            I could, you know.

                            You know you're gonna have another accident?
                            You know I'm involved with black magic?
                            Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
                            You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

                            And if I ever see your fucking face around,
                            In Europe or Italy,
                            Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
                            Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.
                            You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

                            [Bang bang / Deep pain]

                            No one does what you did to me.
                            You wanna know something? Fuck you.
                            I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

                            Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
                            I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

                            Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
                            a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)


                            (1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
                            (2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
                            (3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!



                            07
                            Hooker with a Penis

                            I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
                            Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
                            New tattoos that claimed that he
                            Was OGT,
                            From '92,
                            The first EP.

                            And in between
                            Sips of Coke
                            He told me that
                            He thought
                            We were sellin' out,
                            Layin' down,
                            Suckin' up
                            To the man.

                            Well now I've got some
                            A-dvice for you, little buddy.
                            Before you point the finger
                            You should know that
                            I'm the man,

                            And if I'm the man,

                            Then you're the man, and
                            He's the man as well so you can
                            Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

                            All you know about me is what I've sold you,
                            Dumb fuck.
                            I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

                            I sold my soul to make a record,
                            Dip shit,
                            And you bought one.

                            So I've got some
                            Advice for you, little buddy.
                            Before you point your finger
                            You should know that
                            I'm the man,

                            If I'm the fuckin' man
                            Then you're the fuckin' man as well
                            So you can
                            Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

                            All you know about me is what I've sold you,
                            Dumb fuck.
                            I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

                            I sold my soul to make a record,
                            Dip shit,
                            And you bought one.

                            All you read and
                            Wear or see and
                            Hear on TV
                            Is a product
                            Begging for your
                            Fatass dirty
                            Dollar

                            So...Shut up and

                            Buy my new record
                            Send more money
                            Fuck you, buddy.



                            08
                            Intermission

                            There are no words.



                            09
                            jimmy

                            What was it like to see
                            The face of your own stability
                            Suddenly look away
                            Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

                            Eleven and she was gone.
                            Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
                            Eleven is standing still,
                            Waiting for me to free him
                            By coming home.

                            Moving me with a sound.
                            Opening me within a gesture.
                            Drawing me down and in,
                            Showing me where it all began,
                            Eleven.

                            It took so long to realize that
                            You hold the light that's been leading me back home.

                            Under a dead ohio sky,
                            Eleven has been and will be waiting,
                            Defending his light,
                            And wondering...
                            Where the hell have I been?
                            Sleeping, lost, and numb.
                            So glad that I have found you.
                            I am wide awake and heading home.

                            Hold your light,
                            Eleven.
                            Lead me through each gentle step by step
                            by inch by loaded memory.

                            I'll move to heal
                            As soon as pain allows so we can
                            Reunite and both move on together.

                            Hold your light,
                            Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step
                            By inch by loaded memory
                            'till one and one are one, eleven,
                            So glow, child, glow.

                            I'm heading back home.



                            10
                            Die Eier Von Satan


                            GERMAN

                            Die Eier von Satan

                            Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
                            Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
                            Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
                            Ein halbes Pfund Butter
                            Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
                            Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
                            Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
                            Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
                            ... und keine Eier

                            In eine Schüssel geben
                            Butter einrühren
                            Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
                            Den Teig verkneten

                            Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
                            Im Staubzucker wälzen und
                            Sagt die Zauberwörter
                            Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

                            Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
                            Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
                            KEINE EIER

                            Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
                            Keine Eier ..

                            ENGLISH

                            The Eggs/Balls of Satan

                            Half a cup of powdered sugar
                            One quarter teaspoo salt
                            One knifetip Turkish hash
                            Half a pound butter
                            One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
                            Half a pound flour
                            150 g ground nuts
                            A little extra powdered sugar
                            ... and no eggs

                            Place in a bowl
                            Add butter
                            Add the ground nuts and
                            Knead the dough


                            Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
                            Roll in the powdered sugar
                            and say the Magic Words:
                            "Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

                            Place on a greased baking pan and
                            Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
                            ...AND NO EGGS

                            Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
                            ...and no eggs.



                            11
                            Pushit

                            I will choke until I swallow...
                            Choke this infant here before me.
                            What is this but my reflection?
                            Who am I to judge and strike you down?

                            But you're
                            Pushing and shoving me.
                            You still love me and you pushit on me.

                            Rest your trigger on my finger,
                            bang my head upon the fault line.
                            Take care not to make me enter.
                            'cause if I do we both may disappear.

                            But you're pushing me,
                            Shoving me. Pushit on me.

                            Slipping back into the gap again.
                            I'm alive when you're touching me,
                            Alive when you're shoving me down.

                            But i'd trade it all
                            For just a little bit of
                            Piece of mind.

                            Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
                            Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
                            Never wanna see that place again.

                            Saw that gap again today
                            As you were begging me to stay.
                            Managed to push myself away,
                            And you, as well.

                            If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
                            You minimize my movement anyway,
                            I must persuade you another way.

                            There's no love in fear.

                            Staring down the hole again.
                            Hands upon my back again.
                            Survival is my only friend.
                            Terrified of what may come.

                            Just remember I will always love you,
                            Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
                            But it will end no other way.



                            12
                            Cesaro Summability

                            There are no words.



                            13
                            Ænema

                            Some say the end is near.
                            Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
                            I certainly hope we will.
                            I sure could use a vacation from this

                            Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
                            Freaks

                            Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
                            The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
                            Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
                            Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

                            Fret for your figure and
                            Fret for your latte and
                            Fret for your hairpiece and
                            Fret for your lawsuit and
                            Fret for your prozac and
                            Fret for your pilot and
                            Fret for your contract and
                            Fret for your car.

                            It's a
                            Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
                            Freaks

                            Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
                            The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
                            Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
                            Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

                            Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
                            Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
                            Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
                            Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

                            Some say the end is near.
                            Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
                            I certainly hope we will cuz
                            I sure could use a vacation from this

                            Silly shit, stupid shit...

                            One great big festering neon distraction,
                            I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

                            Learn to swim.

                            Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
                            Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

                            Learn to swim.

                            Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
                            Fuck all his clones.
                            Fuck all those gun-toting
                            Hip gangster wannabes.

                            Learn to swim.

                            Fuck retro anything.
                            Fuck your tattoos.
                            Fuck all you junkies and
                            Fuck your short memory.

                            Learn to swim.

                            Fuck smiley glad-hands
                            With hidden agendas.
                            Fuck these dysfunctional,
                            Insecure actresses.

                            Learn to swim.

                            Cuz I'm praying for rain
                            And I'm praying for tidal waves
                            I wanna see the ground give way.
                            I wanna watch it all go down.
                            Mom please flush it all away.
                            I wanna watch it go right in and down.
                            I wanna watch it go right in.
                            Watch you flush it all away.

                            Time to bring it down again.
                            Don't just call me pessimist.
                            Try and read between the lines.

                            I can't imagine why you wouldn't
                            Welcome any change, my friend.

                            I wanna see it all come down.
                            suck it down.
                            flush it down.



                            14
                            (-) ions

                            There are no words.



                            15
                            Third Eye

                            Dreaming of that face again.
                            It's bright and blue and shimmering.
                            Grinning wide
                            And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

                            On my back and tumbling
                            Down that hole and back again
                            Rising up
                            And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

                            In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...

                            A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
                            It said that life is but a dream.
                            I've spent so many years in question
                            to find I've known this all along.

                            "So good to see you.
                            I've missed you so much.
                            So glad it's over.
                            I've missed you so much
                            Came out to watch you play.
                            Why are you running?"

                            Shroud-ing all the ground around me
                            Is this holy crow above me.
                            Black as holes within a memory
                            And blue as our new second sun.
                            I stick my hand into his shadow
                            To pull the pieces from the sand.
                            Which I attempt to reassemble
                            To see just who I might have been.
                            I do not recognize the vessel,
                            But the eyes seem so familiar.
                            Like phosphorescent desert buttons
                            Singing one familiar song...

                            "So good to see you.
                            I've missed you so much.
                            So glad it's over.
                            I've missed you so much.
                            Came out to watch you play.
                            Why are you running away?"

                            Prying open my third eye.
                            So good to see you once again.
                            I thought that you were hiding.
                            And you thought that I had run away.
                            Chasing the tail of dogma.
                            I opened my eye and there we were.

                            So good to see you once again
                            I thought that you were hiding from me.
                            And you thought that I had run away.
                            Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

                            Prying open my third eye.

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                            • Moogy
                              嗚呼
                              FFR Simfile Author
                              • Aug 2003
                              • 10303

                              #134
                              We are the ones that are gonna last for-ever!

                              Wait... shit
                              Plz visit my blog

                              ^^^ vintage signature from like 2006 preserved

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                              • qualy
                                FFR Player
                                • Sep 2003
                                • 864

                                #135
                                How much wood could a wood-chuck chuck if a wood-chuck could chuck wood?

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