Last Word the II, son of Last Word.

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strange

Definately Strange.

huh?

* Jenna's tummy grumbles.

Have a cookie!

thanks!

You're welcome!!

i want a cookie...
i is poor and caint get no woork...

is it scary that the kid in the red shirt looks like a younger version of a guy that was stalking me a couple of weeks ago?

okay, guys...quick yet random question....

were doin this thing at school...where we dress up as a famous duo or group...me and a couple of friends have decied on the Spice Girls (yes, old teenie booper stuff...but you have to admit...fun...and those girls where pretty hot)

now...its come down to this...im either Posh Spice...or Ginger Spice...
who would i pass the best as?

Go with Posh.

ya...i think i will...cause one of my other friends looks more like Ginger...even though i do make a prettier Ginger than i do Posh...
i think Ginger was prettier than Posh anyways...

well...whichever one you like go with.

yup...
last word...mine!!!
*grabs and stuffs in mouth*

*stuffs back in mouth*

i said its mine

All your twisted thoughts freeflow
to everlasting memories
Show soul
kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
stupid calls returning us to life
We say to those who are in love
it cant be true cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
so in love with you
So I thought
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
On my knees
Dim lighted room
thoughts freeflow try to consume myself in this
im not faithless
Just paranoid
of getting lost
or that i might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
pretty neighborhoods
they learn too mush to hold
believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lie about the times
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
the times werent right
And I couldn't talk about it

Romance says goodnight
close your eyes and ill close mine
remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last between.

Romance says goodnight
close your eyes and ill close mine
remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last between.

And I'm praying that we will see
something there in between
then and there
that exceeds
so we can dream
so we can talk about it.

Romance says goodnight
close your eyes and ill close mine
remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last between.

And I'm praying that we will see
something there in between
then and there
that exceeds
so we can dream
so we can talk about it.

And all these twisted thoughts i see
Jesus there in between
And all these twisted thoughts i see
Jesus there in between

The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow,
An' so am I.
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime,
But it's July.
I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit.
I'd like to call him somethin',
I think I'll just call it a day.

Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon,
An' half the night.
Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,
Hey, but that's all right.
I ain't had a day off now in over a year.
Our Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
Hit the 'phones for me,
You can tell 'em I just sailed away.

An' pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
An' be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Buffet do?

Funny you should ask that because I'd say:
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.

Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
He don't care.
I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

:rave:

Early morning. Fun times (yawn). Quiet in the office--all the "real" employees are at a mandatory Big-Wig-in-town meeting, but us slimy contractors don't need to go!

I never liked working in an office. They frowned upon me kicking my shoes off under my desk and I wasn't allowed my little fake fish tank.

WHAT?!?!??! I have a fishie at my desk. His name is Ralph.

Apparently it was a "distraction". Fuckers. I decided I had better quit when I started adding vodka to my morning bottle of gatorade.

^^ sounds like you worked in a really uptight office. I regularly kick off my shoes at my desk, and even walk around in socks occasionally. 'course we are denim casual all the time, and it's a pretty relaxed atmosphere for a Fortune 100 company.

It was a chiropractic office. I only worked there for about 6months. I hated it. Before that I worked for a VERY large company, that was wonderfully relaxed. I got spoiled.