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Info on belts
Hey there ladies and gents,
Would it be possible to have a post somewhere that explains certain things... I've recently acquired a yellow knot on my belt... now I don't know if this is due to a combination of things like having a really tight knot and having taken six bottles of water (sorry.. potty humour ) but there doesn't seem to be a thread on the ranking system...Thanks for any info |
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your belt changes color every 250 posts..
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- Half way down.
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Support requests via PM will be ignored! |
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Thanks
I feel super cool joining the yellow knotted people of ASP Free...It's time to strut! Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive, staying alive. Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking, and we're staying alive, staying alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying alive, staying alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying alive. Well now, I get low and I get high, and if I can't get either, I really try. Got the wings of heaven on my shoes. I'm a dancing man and I just can't lose. You know it's all right. It's OK. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Life going nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life going nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Staying alive. Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Life going nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life going nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. I'm staying alive. |
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Oh! party!
I've seen it all, I have seen the trees, I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze I've seen a man killed by his best friend, And lives that were over before they were spent. I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be I've seen it all - there is no more to see! You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru! I'm happy to say I had better to do What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall? All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall! And the man you will marry? The home you will share? To be honest, I really don't care... You've never been to Niagara Falls? I have seen water, its water, that's all... The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State? My pulse was as high on my very first date! Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair? To be honest, I really don't care... I've seen it all, I've seen the dark I've seen the brightness in one little spark. I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need, And that is enough, to want more would be greed. I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be I've seen it all - there is no more to see! You've seen it all and all you have seen You can always review on your own little screen The light and the dark, the big and the small Just keep in mind - you need no more at all You've seen what you were and know what you'll be You've seen it all - there is no more to see! |
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Can I sing one more?
I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms |
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oops, I started singing the second before that! I'll stop now! thanks! ![]() |
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Karaoke friday night, say... 8 o'clock?
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YEAH! where?? we'll open a new thread? ![]() |
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There's a nice little Thread called the "Karoake Club" down on ASP Free Avenue... They have great chicken wings and even better music :P
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Better than bjork and nick cave?? I don't think so! But great! Meet me outside at 7:55, ok? ![]() |
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Deal, dress to impress.
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Yeah, I'll wear the "white spaggetti" (if you remember ) |
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