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You people need to understand that Filo has turned into an old man... he is basically a shut-in. He enjoys sitting around his house with his pants up to his chest, talkin about the old days when he was kid and had to drink uphill both ways in the snow.
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well i do own more than one shirt madam. lol
Bryan.... i think we need to call offe everythign but the Waldorf. We have a hockey game to play Sat night. We can leave for the waldorf straight from hockey. It'll be like we're NHL players leaving all pimped out |
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Chris, remember when we were young and used to go out and do crazy things? It all seems so long ago. |
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It is with Broco and it's at 8:15. |
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ps. I really really really want to see Rhianna and Filo at a really big rave both higher than high itself, holding hands and cuddle puddling - i guess we can throw Connar (spelling?) in there as well so he doesn't get jealous. |
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Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what, so what, so what? I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes Where everything important to me Just seems to fall right down my leg And on to the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head That's me inside your head |