RC-1162 Posted December 22, 2005 Posted December 22, 2005 thanks, ill pass on the message to my friend. hopefully the others here will like it too.
Hallucination Posted December 22, 2005 Posted December 22, 2005 So dashing through the snow, in a half-broken sled, Over the fields we go, crying all the way. The snow is turning red, I think I must be dead, I find myself in the hospital with stitches on my head. The version I heard first: Dashing through the snow on a pair of broken skis over the hills we go crashing into trees the ground is turning red I think I'm almost dead Id rather spend Christmas eve resting my bed
RC-1162 Posted December 22, 2005 Posted December 22, 2005 actually, me and my pal modded that one, though i still wanted to keep it. that cracked me up when my friend showed it to me the actual version was: So dashing through the snow, in a half-broken sled, Over the fields we go, crying all the way. The snow is turning red, I think I'm half-dead, I find myself in the hospital with santa on my bed
Hallucination Posted December 23, 2005 Posted December 23, 2005 ^You said 'yall people' and you're calling us retarded? Yall means 'you all', so it should've been 'Y'all are retarded' or 'You people are retarded'.
RC-1162 Posted December 23, 2005 Posted December 23, 2005 he said he lives to correct new folks so he'll die if he stops
ForceFightWMe12 Posted December 23, 2005 Author Posted December 23, 2005 Okay guys, here's a dumb little thing I did for school...its a riddle, and some literature knowlage is kinda needed to figure it out Who am I? Dare you guess? Do you know? Perhaps some clues shall inform the best… My black wings beat Against a darkening sky, As I weave tales of beating hearts And an old man’s eye. Those tales of Fairyland, So sweet, so pure! There you shall find me, Dwelling evermore. Nor shall I forget, My sweet Annabel Lee, Or the perfect love we shared, In a Kingdom by the Sea. Or as I heard a heavenly song, Even though in darkness I dwell, I can still hear the song Of the angel Israfel. Or my beautiful Annie, Thinking, as I lay on my bed, That my soul has gone west, To the place of the dead. But lo! Hear the bells! Brazen, Iron, Silver, Golden bells! Men fall deep within the spell, Of those magical tones of bells. My tales have even fallen In the Valley of the Shadow In a knight’s valiant search For the city of Eldorado. Or through those several worlds Oh, they all seem of dreams But perhaps everything we see Is simply a dream within a dream. But who is that now, Is it a god I see? Nay, But ‘tis close, ‘Tis the beauteous Isadore. Think you know me now? No? Perhaps I’ll introduce myself. My name is Edgar Allen Poe.
RC-1162 Posted December 25, 2005 Posted December 25, 2005 thats great1 and whaddaya know? my sister's name is Annie
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