Those damn AIM profiles are too small. So, I decided to make a supplement.
Updated 3/16/04
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Updated 3/16/04
BrittaLynn72: so if it happens again....
BrittaLynn72: i fogot what i was gonna say!!
BrittaLynn72: oh dear mike
BrittaLynn72: oh it's really bothering me... i wish i could remember
MintyDinty: and if by hot robots, I mean hot robots that make more hot robots that make more hot robots, etc.
BrittaLynn72: to rest his sleepy head
BrittaLynn72: in his bed he wears pajama's
BrittaLynn72: on his pj's there's some cute llama's!
BrittaLynn72: he also has slippers that are fuzzy and pink
BrittaLynn72: and keeps them under his kitchen sink!
BrittaLynn72: it's a secret, shhh, don't tell
BrittaLynn72: or mike will throw you in a well
BrittaLynn72: but now it's getting late
BrittaLynn72: so i'll finish this at a later date
BrittaLynn72: i'm gonna go rest my head
BrittaLynn72: in my nice comfy bed!
Mae TB: well, i'm in the process of shopping for a replacement
BrittaLynn72: oo!
BrittaLynn72: pick me pick me!!
BrittaLynn72: wait... i'm not a car
so much cash in his room that its kept in stacks
you can reach him by phone, email, or fax,
mike b's the man with lighted car jacks
we might miss the honda but it rests in peace,
and with a powered subwoofer it bangs the beats,
now in the max we see him hitting the streets,
style and class right at your feets.
-A poem by Eric
Nice Dan, props.
GO WED SOX! HIT THE BAWW! HOME WUN! I WOVE THE WED SOX. OHH THAT ONES OUT OF THE POK!... WE WON! CAN I HAVE A FENWAY FWANK?!
Mae T B: awwww
Mae T B: that's so sweet of you sonia
Sonia3456: i really really really really hate u
Jaguar814: starvation = good
Jaguar814: you = food
Mae T B: you=crazy=bad
Jaguar814: mmm mike
Mae T B: uhhhh
Jaguar814: I want a mike leg!
Jaguar814: roasted
Jaguar814: with a honey sauce
Mae T B: you'll have to catch me first
Jaguar814: And I'm off to catch a mike!
BrittaLynn72: you're omnipotent
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
-Bright Eyes, "Bowl of Oranges" Stole it from Jamie.
And hard work fun,
But first take care of head. . .
-Sublime
Fiction is where genius lies.
-Guster, Demons