That hurricane

[CaptainBubba]

SUCKED >:

Lamest storm ever. One tree falls over in my neighborhood, theres a little bit o rain and wind. I have no power for 6 days. THAT WAS IT. >: >:

[kellychaos]

Definitely didn't live up to the previews! That's why I go by "word of mouth" for these things. >:

[OperationScuzBucket]

...and don't forget that we have no school until MONDAY or possibly later if they don't get First Colony back up.

That's a bad thing in my world. I like school. Social interaction. Stalking the hot freshman girls. Oh and a few guys in my grade, but who cares about them when there are hot girls to stalk?

[Crimson Ghost]

hurricane?

[UP_SHUT]

OMG LESBIANS SCARE ME :(


Oh yeah, and that hurricane sucked too.

[OperationScuzBucket]

OMG LESBIANS SCARE ME :(

I'm bi, actually. There's a difference.


And I never hit on straight girls...because it frightens them...and they do not like boobies.

[CaptainBubba]

You're making me dislike your internet self, Ms.Sibling. >:

Stop drawing attention to your sexuality like anyone cares. >:

And get Hanna to jump me. :(

[Daphne]

Stop drawing attention to your sexuality like anyone cares. >:


yeah it takes away from the "help me I'm an ugly virgin guy who can't meet women" threads :rolleyes

why the fuck can't she talk about liking women, when some of the men here are allowed to whine like bitches about NOT being liked by women?

[OperationScuzBucket]

You're making me dislike your internet self, Ms.Sibling. >:

Stop drawing attention to your sexuality like anyone cares. >:

You just pay closer attention when I speak of anything involving girls because you're jealous that I get more ladies than you do, brother-o-mine. :)

[CaptainBubba]

So... about that hurricane :lol

[executioneer]

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

-willie

[Professor Cool]

Damn you willie I had the exact idea >:

It’s early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And pretty loud
My cat is purring
And scratches my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The bitch is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well
More days to come
New places to go
I’ve got to leave
It’s time for a show

Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane


Take that >:

[executioneer]

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ******.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

[Professor Cool]

http://www.ollin.net/images/hurricane-photo9.jpg

[sadie]

the scorpions can't even touch dylan. >: