Sometimes, i feel like i can do anything
Sometimes i'm so alive
Sometimes, i feel like i can swim ‘cross the sky
Sometimes, i wanna cry

Most people try to aim to please
But a lot of them are kinda weak at the knees
Learnin' late about the birds and the bees
Fallin' in love and wanna be set free
Playin' ball at the age of thirteen
Everybody's growin' up with a dream
I never noticed what could happen to me
Time flies when your walkin' the streets
One minute gotcha holdin' an ace
The next minute gotcha fall on yer face
A mean city is a nasty place
Only a rat can win a rat race!
Peace to the people who be fallin' away
To make it home today
And peace to the people who be tryin' to find
Some kinda life

Sound body and sound of mind
Sound of the rhythm and sound of the rhyme
Somebody marchin' out all of the time
Biggest mistakes are the humanest kind
Judge not, lest you be judged
The court room or the billy club
Blood bubblin' thick than mud
The heart beat rub-a-dub-dub
Show love and love who you know
Family wherever you go
Tokyo to acapulco
Bravissimo, magnifico
Peace to the people who be losin' their head
Peace to the people who be needin' a bed
Love to the people who be feelin' alone
Spreadin' love upon the microphone
Hope to the people to be feelin' down
Smile to the people who be wearin' a frown
Faith to the people who be seekin' the truth y'all
All of the time, and i say

Sometimes I take out my Polish-made PM-84 Glauberyt and I clean it using carnuba wax and an old Hal Morris jersey. I've never fired the weapon but, I'm thinking of getting it engraved with the initials of my chilhood hero. I cannot tell you who he is but, he is serving a term at the Mayo Correctional Facility in Florida.

Sometimes I lace up the old ice skates and drive out to Saskatoon and skate on the frozen ponds. I despise the cold weather, so I always bring along a bottle of Scotch Whiskey to keep me warm. Upon my last visit I chanced on an ice fisherman named Guido. He was a baritone but, he caught bass.

One time I beat Kevin down Cherry Hill....

I like this bump. Didn't read the OP, but the thread got off to an epic start.

Sometimes I equip my Winchester Model 1894 hunting rifle with a faux-glasses-and-nose mask - the kind you'd see affixed to the face of a man devoid of judgment, taste, and common sense. It beckons me to say "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X6VoFBCE9k."

Sometimes I dream of a world without swamp-crotch. As the heat tests my resolve and threatens my sanity, this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V55Zq...eature=related appears in my imagination. As a result, I laugh like an erect television set. People look at me funny. I tilt my head sidewards and smile. They flee.

Practical jokes have been a source of amusement for me ever since my fourth birthday. My uncle said, "come overrrrrrr heeeeerrre and feeeawjeroaweeel this." He showed me a box. I reached inside the box. It was a penis.

Many years later I remembered this moment. Seeking to duplicate his rambunctious shenanigans, I waited until nightfall. When I was certain no one would see me, I crawled into a garbage can.

I heard a man say "Tyrone are you going trick-or-treating." The rest was history.

TTI's contributions to this thread are A+ even without the links.

Sometimes I'll go to one of the four Wafflehouses on my block. The heat in Atlanta is unbearable so I can't wear many clothes. I'll usually wear a plaid skirt and a small and tight v-neck t-shirt, usually one with a SportsCenter logo.

Boobs need air.

The Wafflehouses are usually empty when I go, but I'll often catch a glimpse of a man with a scraggy white beard wearing a carpenter's outfit. I know he's always staring at me but I'm usually too scared to turn around and check. I'll order my food and beg God that the cashier is fast. Then she'll give me my food and I'll rush home. This time I tripped and fell.


I looked down and saw my skirt ripped near my right thigh. I put my hands over it as fast as possible so that no one would see my hoohaah. My heart was racing.


Feeling a combination of fear and shame, I moved my hair from in front of my eyes and looked up. I expected to see that man fapping.


It was a broom and a pile of green and red carpet tiles.


Perplexed, I stared at it for awhile. The cashier noticed me looking and said, “oh that's always been there.”

superb

sometimes people pull their pants down in public

lol awesome

I wonder whose gimmick OP is.

you didn't know that one?

http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/62...ll+their+pants

nah I recognized thac but assumed you chopped this one.

Sometimes, when I sometime listen to the band Sometime, I think if maybe sometimes I had not wasted some time, that somehow I could have perhaps used some time in a different way, and that sometimes this really bothers me. Sometimes.

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Sometimes, I play hide and seek with my pet sclerocephalus. He likes to hide in the Atari 2600 Asteriods game cartridge box. His name is Bill, even though he is female. It is humorous because he is a sclerocephalus and people look for his phallus and cannot find it. Ha ha ha.

Sometimes, I reminisce about the time I was campaign manager for Manuel Serfio Nhamadjo. He is the president of the National People's Assembly of Guinea-Bissau and is NOT related to world reknowned internet personality nham.

Sometimes, I wonder a great deal about the importance of names. Take for instance, the title "Marquess of Londonderry". It surely has to do with the peerage of Ireland but, I find that Aleksandr Korolyov was a far better midfielder than a striker. He managed Gazovik Orenburg at the turn of the century and I'd wager a fair sum that no Irishman could do the same.

I actually came here to post this, glad I skimmed first.

Well that answers that.

why are gays so weird?

Embarrassing!

Wow. Solid poast. Who's gimmick are you?

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Hell, I don't know why, but
Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go
I tried & I tried but like mercury
It just slipped through my fingers
Golden apples on a silver tray
You know what they say, well...

Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go
Sometimes they stay...

Like birds in the sky
Well, sometimes they stay 'n sometimes they go
Like watching the tides
Tryin' to hold back the waves
You know what I'm sayin'?
Even the President's gotta pay
It all goes astray 'cuz

Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go
Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go

Well, some people claim they can make it rain
Well I don't know...
How long should I wait?

'Cuz sometimes it rains 'n sometimes it don't
Even the preacher man's gotta pay...

Sometimes they go
Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go
Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go...

Sometimes, I like to hang around the Ouzhuang Station on the Guangzhou Metro Line 5. The people stare at me in wide eyed wonder as I do somersaults in my Laotian Red Cross outfit. Size 10.

Sometimes, I listen to the Australian rock band Mindsnare while walking through the Al Jahrah district of Kuwait. The populace mostly ignore me as they tend to their gardens. Although, one time this gardener named Pedro Al-Ejad stopped me and demanded that I sing some Mindsnare with him. He was actually born in Melb, what a small world it is.

Sometimes, I like to watch replays of the 1999 UEFA European Under-16 Football Matches. The Polish side was stacked that particular year but, lost the final to Espana 4-1. 1999 was also the year that I discovered that you could smoke magnolias.

Hi

So I'm a blonde tranny from England, really into eating and smearing poo, naughty 'accidents', watersports, vomiting and enemas. Only ever had solo fun: I've swallowed my own poo and in the process came without touching myself; given myself big chocolate pudding enemas and smeared it all over; stuffed myself with ripe bananas, pooed them out, eaten them and then vomited all over myself; filled a toilet to 2/3 capacity with artificial poo and dunked my face into it; filled pink cotton panties with poo and sat down to squish it all around; and of course peed over myself and drunk it countless times. Apart from scat, I'm also really into anal masturbation and cum play.