Gold Leader, do you copy? Repeat.
Greetings fellow pirates! Gratuitous self-portrait=
Fare thee mainstays much a-jolly, as we say aboard the HMS Hask! LOL.
Good times.
So i wrote this song for a chick at my work.
You ruined my life
And i can barely breathe now
I feel like i'm suffocating
This emptiness is too much for me
And the sun and the moon
And the sun and the moon
They set
But they always come back again
Seasons change
But my love will always stay the same
I wonder how i can go on
With just my guitar and a million sad songs in my heart
And the sun and the moon
And the earth and the sky
They set
But they always come back again
How can i not hate you
After what you've done to me
How can i not wonder
What'll happen next to you?
How can i not think about
Who's sitting next to you?
These days
But they always come back again
Darkness...
Darkness...
Darkness...
...the fate of the world...
Greetings fellow pirates! Gratuitous self-portrait=
Fare thee mainstays much a-jolly, as we say aboard the HMS Hask! LOL.
Good times.
So i wrote this song for a chick at my work.
You ruined my life
And i can barely breathe now
I feel like i'm suffocating
This emptiness is too much for me
And the sun and the moon
And the sun and the moon
They set
But they always come back again
Seasons change
But my love will always stay the same
I wonder how i can go on
With just my guitar and a million sad songs in my heart
And the sun and the moon
And the earth and the sky
They set
But they always come back again
How can i not hate you
After what you've done to me
How can i not wonder
What'll happen next to you?
How can i not think about
Who's sitting next to you?
These days
But they always come back again
Darkness...
Darkness...
Darkness...
...the fate of the world...
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But let's not call down the thunder on this eatery quite just yet. Perhaps they shall rectify their error and bring back their dressing of Italian Cream. If not, we shall pilage, the like of which has never been seen. Them that dies will be the lucky ones.
Ah, yes. Falling down less is certainly a goal this year. Never again shall I be attacked by the ground which seems to rush up at me when I least expect it. Nasty, cowerdly ground.
Ol' Hook-Dick? Tell me more.