Weird, I know, No actual ZOT, and no actual Cheeseburgers were harmed in making this thread, but...
trailhkr1 here got hisself the ultimate insult: Moved to CHAT!
http://www.freerepublic.com/tag/by:shortbus/index?tab=articles
So join us on this thread to mock the Cheeseburger since we flipped the burger and it went *SPLAT*!
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Uh, does anyone have a copy of the ping list???
NMB and Monkey Face have a ping list.......I think .....
As far as I know, Monkey Face and Tax-chick have the pinglist.
Gotcha covered, nully!
Hot (or iced) chocolate laced with rum, warm chocolate chip cookies, and (where is that doggone suitcase HTB said she was using for a transporter?) and for those a little more advanced in culinary arts, there are mimosas with fruit compote in the sitting room, where there is an awesome view of the Galaxy.
Abney Park- Wanderlust
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQEFBGM2UXQ
This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky
Each one’s a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high
When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai
When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky
And fly!
And fly!
This world is filled with rust
I could drown in this dust
I need to see the Bhutan sky
I hear my soul groan
I feel my muscles moan
If I can’t wander I will die
I could wander alone
Or take my whole damn home
I could give a monkey’s eye
As long as the road’s clear
A song is in my ear
And I will kiss this place goodbye
And fly!
This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky
Each one’s a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high
When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai
When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky
And fly!