Originally Posted By: whisper
Nah it's mist son, Learn the song.


I'm pretty sure my landlady wants to screw me. Who comes around to visit their tenants on Christmas, drunk wearing only a bra and a skirt and hands then a basket of fruit?

I may go next door for a while. Ho Ho Ho.


Sounds like a ho ho ho. She 37?

But on the upside, free rent?



Long as I remember The rain been coming down.
Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun;
And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.