You know what I thought would be fun? Using vocaroo to say the lines that the person above you posts.
So for instance if someone posts:
"The dinosaur killed the lion with his flame breath", you'd make a vocaroo saying "The dinosaur killed the lion with his flame breath."
And then you'd post something for the next person to say... Keep it less than X-Rated please.
There's Hydrogen and Helium Then Lithium, Beryllium Boron, Carbon everywhere Nitrogen all through the air
With Oxygen so you can breathe And Fluorine for your pretty teeth Neon to light up the signs Sodium for salty times
Magnesium, Aluminium, Silicon Phosphorus, then Sulfur, Chlorine and Argon Potassium, and Calcium so you'll grow strong Scandium, Titanium, Vanadium and Chromium and Manganese
This is the Periodic Table Noble gas is stable Halogens and Alkali react agressively Each period will see new outer shells While electrons are added moving to the right
Iron is the 26th Then Cobalt, Nickel coins you get Copper, Zinc and Gallium Germanium and Arsenic
Selenium and Bromine film While Krypton helps light up your room Rubidium and Strontium then Yttrium, Zirconium
“On the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons.”
When you rise up to a call and you've got a lot of friends, well you expect your friends to rise up to the call with you. But they didn't, and so that gave me two scenarios. Either I didn't have friends, or I was getting into something bad. The choice would be easy for most people to decide but I was stubborn. Now I wish I had friends.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me; I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead.
You just-aww-That up-smash! And now-combo-Oh, Zhu, poor Zhu! Combo, combo-Happy feet! Wombo combo! That ain't Falco- That ain't Falc-oh! OOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOH! Oh my god-OOOOOH! OOOOOOOOH! OMFG! WHERE YOU AT?!x3 *** this-OOOOH! Holy *** OH MY GOD! WOMBO COMBO! OOOH! GET YO *** WHOOPED! What the ***? What the *** was that?! What the ***?! What the *** man?! Wombo combooo...Wooow! You didn't know(?) it, huh? Why not? No, not yet....My *** *** hurts! When this set's over...My *** HURTS!!! Bobacks(?)'s *** is hard! (Raucous laughter) Oh my god...
Boy, do I love chicken strips. Sometimes, when I’m home alone, I’ll take some chicken strips fresh out of the oven and rub them in my scalp. It doesn’t do much for my hair health, but I like the way they feel running through my strands of hair. The flakey coating, smooth white meat, and warmth. Yum
But you know what didn’t come from France?! THIS MOTHERF*CKING BERET-WEARING, BOYFRIEND-STEALING, GIGGLING, STUTTERING PIECE OF CANADIAN HORSESH*T! YEAH, I SAID IT. F*CK YOU SAISON MARGUERITE, F*CK YOU, F*CK YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND THE F*CKING FETUS THAT'S GROWING INSIDE THE DISEASE RIDDEN VOID, THAT YOU CALL A GODDAMN WOMB. AND F*CK YOU, SHAY VAN BUREN. F*CK YOU, YOU SH*TTY GLOB OF DONKEY C*M. I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL FOR THE SH*TTY THINGS YOU DID TODAY. BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT THE LEAST BIT SNEAKY, YOU'RE NOT THE LEAST BIT CLEVER, AND YOUR ONLY TALENT IS OPENING YOUR LEGS TO P*NISES THAT WOULD RATHER BE INSIDE OF ME!
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total ***, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black!
The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates. Adorned in masters' loving art, She lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skies.
First, let us analyze the root word, "mama," if you will- a modern slang adaptation of the English word, mother. In this context, we would speak of your mother, young plebian. But what is a mother? Could yours be labeled as such? For now, let us assume that this much is true.
Let us now examine the shape of your mother, bulbous, round, spheroid in nature, perhaps? The largess of her size actually makes her shape quite difficult to discern, but when she is visible on flat and unbroken land, her shape is that of a water-droplet; round, with a small head and limbs.
Perhaps we can speak on the shape of your domicile- a typical Greek village house, with a courtyard in its middle, and sectioned rooms that surround it. The reason I had earlier mentioned your mother's size is because it is typical of the Greecian mother to stay around one side of the house...
But your mother's size is so great that when one refers to her activities, saying that she lays around the house, they mean to suggest that your mother is so gargantuan that her size envelopes the external walls of your village and creates an unsightly pariah for the other Greeks. This much bring to you much shame.
If I were asked to answer the following question: What is slavery? and I should answer in one word, It is murder, my meaning would be understood at once. No extended argument would be required to show that the power to take from a man his thought, his will, his personality, is a power of life and death; and that to enslave a man is to kill him. Why, then, to this other question: What is property! may I not likewise answer, It is robbery, without the certainty of being misunderstood; the second proposition being no other than a transformation of the first?
They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity. They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.
Smart money betting I'll be better off without you In no time I'll be forgetting all about you You saying that you know, but I really-really doubt you Understand my life is easy when I ain't around you
Iggy-Iggy too biggie to be here stressing I'm thinking I love the thought of you more than I love your presence And the best thing now is probably for you to exit I let you go let you back I finally learned my lesson
No half-stepping either you want it or you just playing I'm listening to you knowing I can't believe what you're saying There's a million you's baby boo so don't be dumb I got 99 problems but you won't be one like what
so ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. u anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" u tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
