Chance The Fapper wrote: » Piano Man The organ of sight of the large feline
Sheep Lover wrote: » "I want to strike your voluptuous girlfriend, shoot some gentleman with a semi automatic weapon from a moving car and then take some class A drugs afterwards"
DeadHand wrote: » Eye of the tiger. I'm a pyromaniac, unstable pyromaniac
DeadHand wrote: » Every rap song ever.
bjork wrote: » I'm the fire starter, twisted fire starter Infant child, please slap me again
DeadHand wrote: » Hit me baby one more time! Whilst driving I collided with a structure, I'm apathetic!
Scruffy...The Janitor wrote: » I crashed my car in to a bridge, I don't care! Nourish the globe. Inform them it is currently the feast of St. Nicholas
Sky King wrote: » On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighbourhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone. Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement. Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favourable predicament. Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants. Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he’s being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewellery and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question. Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm. The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighbourhood. As he imagines himself in a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate. Nate has seventeen cartridges to expend (sixteen residing in the pistol’s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) on the group of robbers, and he uses many of them. Afterwards, he generously shares the credit for neutralising the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them. Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy. The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. He also notes that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a vague threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their enemies with small arms fire).
catallus wrote: » I'm too Sexy by Right Said Fred?
The Backwards Man wrote: » I'm of the inclination do na na do na na do na na I'm of the inclination for a shag
bjork wrote: » Yep, I realise now why the song was suddenly stuck in my head I'm mostly awake. I write at night, fearlessly. I use to be anxious about it. I've no electricity and I think I put my hand in the butter because I am covered in oil and in the dark I've really made a mess of the place. But basically I'm very tired
DeadHand wrote: » Insomnia Faithless. I'll bring you to the confectioneers, I'll allow you to lap at a piece of confectionary Post a sole sampling of that which i have, I'll make you squander all the financial resources you possess
Scruffy...The Janitor wrote: » Candyshop - Fiddy Do you recall that short sweater with no sleeves you purchased for me? You used an implement to mark upon it with a comment on my attractiveness You escorted me to your hired vehicle And recorded me upon the engine cover due to the fact you're extremely attractive!
bjork wrote: » Baby Bird Remember that tank top you bought me. You wrote 'You're Gorgeous' on it. You took me to your rented motor car and filmed me on the bonnet. You got me to hitch my knees up and pulled my legs apart. You took an instamatic camera and and pulled my sleeves around my heart. Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you........ @ the backwards man..I'm still working on that one, I'm thinking Bruce Springsteen atm but I will confer and return Cease and Desist, It's time for us to use carpentry tools
bjork wrote: » Cease and Desist, It's time for us to use carpentry tools
[Deleted User] wrote: » Babybird - Gorgeous I am out of the house excessively I go on an excessive amount of romantic meetings That is according to others That is according to others
DeadHand wrote: » I stand sentinel keenly over the essential organ which I possess The windows to my soul are never closed I offer my limbs freely for bondage For you are my possession I ambulate along the boundary
[Deleted User] wrote: » Ok, this is my favourite AH thread for a while. Kudos to bjork, who's so modest that she's not even posting her own songs! U Can't Touch This. :cool: My large serpent does not desire nothing Except if you possess baked goods, descendant of Atilla
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