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Offline 85 Day Jerk

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Das Dunkoft
« on: April 08, 2003, 11:00:00 PM »
First of all, I don't speak German.  This is a first one for me.  Here I was typing away, and Chongo got bored and started attacking my toes, so I put him on his cage.  I got a few more sentences in and then he gets mad and starts screaming, so I went offline, to go quiet him down and then I got sidetracked by that cool show with Jim Belushi.  By the time I actually finished the story and posted it, somehow 5 or so many people had responded just to the title alone!
All I can say is, sorry for the confusion. :nworthy:  :nworthy:

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In the line of fire, you know what to say
They gave us no choices, just one shade of grey
Back at that hellhole, behind Tyrone Mall
We walked in darkness, kept hitting the walls
I took the time to feel for the door
I had been treated, but what the hell for?

[ This Message was edited by: 85 Day Jerk on 2003-04-08 20:01 ]
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Inside a warehouse behind Tyrone Mall
we walked in darkness, kept hitting the wall.
I took the time to feel for the door,
I had been \"treated\" but what the hell for?