Addiing insult to injury!
 

that was fucking gay.

Does that mean you're turned on now?

No i mean it was lame....and the fact that u posted it here makes u pretty lame as well.

I think the lady doth protest too much!

riighhttt.

wasted 30 secs of my awsome life

Im glad you enjoyed it butterfucker!

It's my pleasure to enliven you

I enjoyed this.

because ur as lame as ur friend.

saw that shit on TV

lolol.. i thought that was pretty funny..

Haha. Internetz.

Cunt

Whom are you calling a cunt?

Fuck

:-O How rude!

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,

I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

Ok that was a quick turn around there. . .

I seemed to have misunderstood the kind of person you are! Truly, deep inside of you.

NIGGERBALLS