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Posted by dorfsmith on 12-20-2002 at09:07:

  Merry Christmas to you too Mark

and everybody else. Terry is in my CD player!

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Posted by carl on 12-20-2002 at09:10:

  Wow...

...that's gotta hurt....

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Posted by mannequin wright on 12-20-2002 at09:27:

 

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Posted by jiminy on 12-20-2002 at09:43:

  THE ONLY TIME

My kleptomania took full control
of me was a few years back at the video store
I had Antz in my Pants

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Posted by Mark on 12-20-2002 at09:44:

 

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Posted by Woggy on 12-20-2002 at09:48:

  scary, bro.

quote:

Originally posted by jiminy My kleptomania took full control of me was a few years back at the video store I had Antz in my Pants

stealing Antz? not good.......................







yer so clever, though

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Posted by Dr Rich on 12-20-2002 at15:48:

  Merry christmas Mark!

quote:

Originally posted by Mark MERRY CHRISTMAS

These posts threads seem a lot like the "ditto" ones!

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Posted by Mark on 12-20-2002 at15:52:

 

Ditto
from the album "Gift Horse"
(Words and Music by Terry Taylor)
You don't like my politics
You're not impressed with my magic tricks
You call "cruel" my rapier wit (and) think my poetry is drivel

Well, I don't care for your style of clothes
Your choice of food turns up my nose
And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose
We're both somewhere in the middle
(but when you say)

(CHORUS)
"I want you", I say "Ditto"
You say, "I need you", I say "Ditto"
No I'm not kiddin' you kiddo
Right here we got devotion
Let me second your motion... "Ditto"

You don't like my old pick-up truck
Or the things I'll do to make a buck
The fact I seem always down on my luck frightens you a little
Well, I don't always get your attitude
Your condescension can be flat and rude
Where this is leading is like your mood, something like a riddle
(when you say)

(REPEAT CHORUS)

We got in common that we don't have much in common
Ah, but these distractions are just a fraction
Of what you and me apparently been wantin'

You always mock my guitar licks
My metaphors, my puns and quips
You don't dig my friends, you call them hicks
It's your penchant to belittle
You act like it's a favor when you hang around
And you never show affection to my old hound
You don't eat your hot cakes till they've cooled down
I like 'em hot off the griddle
(now you say)

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Posted by Dr Rich on 12-20-2002 at15:55:

 

ditto-grey poop'onto

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Posted by Mark on 12-20-2002 at15:56:

 

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Posted by Dr Rich on 12-20-2002 at15:59:

 

quote:

Originally posted by Mark

sorry, virgin ears, I forget!
No, wait... you've heard my tape!

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Posted by dorfsmith on 12-20-2002 at17:34:

 

I havn't.