Posted on 12/18/2005 8:40:45 PM PST by vbtv7788
Sleestacks!
With best of will, and merry Christmas, get a friggin life.
Derr this:
Breaking Benjamin - So Cold
From the album "We Are Not Alone"
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes seperate
As they run
You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die
Show me how it ends
It's alright
Show me how defenseless
You really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well that's alright
Let's give this another try
If you find your family
Don't you cry
In this land of make believe
Dead and dry
You're so cold
But you feel alive
Lay your hands on me
One last time
Show me how it ends
It's alright
Show me how defenseless
You really are
Satisfied and empty inside
That's alright
Let's give this another try
Show me how it ends
It's alright
Show me how defenseless
You really are
Satisfied and empty inside
That's alright
Let's give this another try
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Just trying to help.......:o)
Don't turn around
Derr Komissars in town.
Mr. President must have hit it out of the park tonight.
The unhinged have arrived.
"Well, now. I wonder who could have inspired
this cheery little post. Could it be . . . SATAN?"
Don't listen to these guys - I'm with ya. I wuz just sayin' to my Hittite pal last night over a cold brewski at the sacrifice - "Jeb," I sez, "Look, buddy. I know that Moloch rocks, but don't you think that smoking heart on the altar thing is a little much? We're playin' with fire here, Jeb, knowwhumsayin'? I mean, when the clouds parted and the stars spelled out 'Mene Mene Tekel whatever,' well, even your Babylonian buds coulda told ya it's time to sell short on Chaldean brothel futures. Been a good ride, Jeb, but me, I'm thinking about a Pierre Cardin sack-cloth and some of them funky ashes, just in case. And ya know what, Jeb? I happen to know that last one wasn't a virgin. Not even close."
evanescence - lies remix
Bind,(bind) my limbs with fear (fear)
Choke me with tears (tears)
I won't die for you
You've,(you've) been here before (before)
And come back for more (more)
But not this time
You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never concieved in love
You will not rise above
Chorus:
Somebody tell me what made us all believe you
I should have known all along it was all a lie
(Should have known it was all a lie)
Now, (now) I know the truth (truth)
I'm through fearing you (you)
And I am free
You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never concieved in love
You will not rise above
:Chorus:
(Chanting)
:Chorus x2:
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WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot?
IBTZ
What about the Mosquitobites?
One shot, one kill. Much more efficient.
My new tagline!
LMAO!
1919 2 million gallons of molasses "Tidal wave" Boston MA, drowning 21 I had to find out more on this one!
Forty minutes past noon on 15 January 1919, a giant wave of molasses raced through Boston. The unseasonably warm temperature (46 degrees) was the final stress needed to cause a gigantic, filled-to-capacity tank to burst. 2,320,000 gallons (14,000 tons) of molasses swept through the streets, causing death and destruction.
Eyewitness reports tell of a "30-foot wall of goo" that smashed buildings and tossed horses, wagons and pool tables about as if they were nothing. Twenty-one people were killed by the brown tidal wave, and 150 more were injured. The chaos and destruction were amplified -- and rescue efforts were hampered -- by the stickiness of the molasses. Those persons attempting to aid others all too often found themselves mired fast in the goo.
The day after the disaster, The New York Times reported:
A dull, muffled roar gave but an instant's warning before the top of the tank was blown into the air. The circular wall broke into two great segments of sheet iron which were pulled in opposite directions. Two million gallons of molasses rushed over the streets and converted into a sticky mass the wreckage of several small buildings which had been smashed by the force of the explosion. The greatest mortality apparently occurred in one of the city buildings where a score of municipal employees were eating their lunch. The building was demolished and the wreckage was hurled fifty yards. The other city building, which had an office on the ground floor and a tenement above, was similarly torn from its foundations.
One of the sections of the tank wall fell on the firehouse which was nearby. The building was crushed and three firemen were buried in the ruins.
Boston is not a city that forgets anything easily. There are those who claim that on a hot summer day in the North End, you can still smell the molasses.
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