H2'2006 Challengers' Crapbox
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i KNEW it porky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band rehearsing in it. joe (the main character in the central scrutinizers special presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulat
Of garage-band husbandry.
Central scrutinizer:
We take you now, to a garage, in canoga park.
Frank zappa:
(it makes its own sauce...)
Joe:
It wasnt very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said fender champ
And a second hand guitar
It was a stratocaster with a whammy bar
At this point, larry (a guy who will eventually give up music and earn a respectable living as a roadie for a group called toad-o) joins in the song...
Larry:
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin
His dad was mad
We was playin the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, n easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like...
Hey!
Down in joes garage
We didnt have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin over n over
Became a symphony
We would play it again n again n again
cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin,
Turn it down!
We was playing the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin the band together
n we figured that we should
cause about this time we was gettin the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
Theyd all come over n dance around
Like...
Twenty teen-age girls dash
In and go stomp-clap,
Stomp-clap-clap...
So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
n we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits n beatle boots
n a sign on the back of the car
n we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Lets see if you got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up n danced n made a lotta noise
An it wasnt fore very long
A guy from a company we cant name
Said we oughta take his pen
n sign on the line for a real good time
But he didnt tell us when
These good times would be somethin
That was really happenin
So the band broke up
An it looks like
We will never play again...
Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like...
(and, as the band plays their little song,
Mrs. borg (who keeps her son sy,
In the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
Screams out the window...
Mrs. borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here...
Dont you boys know any nice songs?
Joe:
(speculating on the future)
Well the years was rollin by, yeah
Heavy metal n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye, yeah
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin high, yeah
n then they got that disco thing
n new wave came along
n all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in joes garage
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin to...
Central scrutinizer:
The white zone is
For loading and
Unloading only. if you
Gotta load or unload,
Go to the white
Zone. youll love it...
Joe:
Well the years was rollin by (etc.)...
Mrs. borg:
Im calling the police!
I did it! theyll be here...shortly!
Officer butzis:
This is the police...
Mrs. borg:
Im not joking around anymore
Officer butzis:
We have the garage surrounded
If you give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you neither
Mrs. borg:
Youll see them
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Mrs. borg:
There they are, theyre coming!
Officer butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Mrs. borg:
Listen to that mess, would you?
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Mrs. borg:
Everday this goes on around here!
Officer butzis:
We will not harm you, or maim you
(swat team 4, move in!)
Mrs. borg:
He used cut my grass...
He was very nice boy...
Thats disgusting!!
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...
That was joes first confrontation with the law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut...and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities. -
come on pple its 4 and we stillhave 16 pages!!!!
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ya...Originally posted by udontknowme:me jealous that.....
ME JEALOUS THAT YOU ALL NOT POSTING PICS OF GUYS!!!
me no guys to look at
me brokeback one...
u just want to see hot hunks
so whats ur prefrence? -
A man and his wife were working in their garden one day and the man
looks over at his wife and says: "Your butt is getting really big.......I
mean really big. I bet your butt is bigger than the Barbecue grill."
With that he proceeded to get a measuring tape and measure the grill and
then went over to where his wife was working and measured his wife's
bottom.
"Yes, I was right.........your butt is two inches wider than our
barbecue grill!"
The woman chose to ignore her husband. Later that night in bed, the
husband is feeling a little frisky. He makes some advances towards his
wife who completely brushes him off.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
She answers: "Do you really think I'm going to fire up this big grill
for one lousy little sausage?" -
Originally posted by PointBlue:
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A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band rehearsing in it. joe (the main character in the central scrutinizers special presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulat
Of garage-band husbandry.
Central scrutinizer:
We take you now, to a garage, in canoga park.
Frank zappa:
(it makes its own sauce...)
Joe:
It wasnt very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said fender champ
And a second hand guitar
It was a stratocaster with a whammy bar
At this point, larry (a guy who will eventually give up music and earn a respectable living as a roadie for a group called toad-o) joins in the song...
Larry:
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin
His dad was mad
We was playin the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, n easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like...
Hey!
Down in joes garage
We didnt have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin over n over
Became a symphony
We would play it again n again n again
cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin,
Turn it down!
We was playing the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin the band together
n we figured that we should
cause about this time we was gettin the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
Theyd all come over n dance around
Like...
Twenty teen-age girls dash
In and go stomp-clap,
Stomp-clap-clap...
So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
n we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits n beatle boots
n a sign on the back of the car
n we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Lets see if you got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up n danced n made a lotta noise
An it wasnt fore very long
A guy from a company we cant name
Said we oughta take his pen
n sign on the line for a real good time
But he didnt tell us when
These good times would be somethin
That was really happenin
So the band broke up
An it looks like
We will never play again...
Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like...
(and, as the band plays their little song,
Mrs. borg (who keeps her son sy,
In the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
Screams out the window...
Mrs. borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here...
Dont you boys know any nice songs?
Joe:
(speculating on the future)
Well the years was rollin by, yeah
Heavy metal n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye, yeah
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin high, yeah
n then they got that disco thing
n new wave came along
n all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in joes garage
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin to...
Central scrutinizer:
The white zone is
For loading and
Unloading only. if you
Gotta load or unload,
Go to the white
Zone. youll love it...
Joe:
Well the years was rollin by (etc.)...
Mrs. borg:
Im calling the police!
I did it! theyll be here...shortly!
Officer butzis:
This is the police...
Mrs. borg:
Im not joking around anymore
Officer butzis:
We have the garage surrounded
If you give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you neither
Mrs. borg:
Youll see them
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Mrs. borg:
There they are, theyre coming!
Officer butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Mrs. borg:
Listen to that mess, would you?
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Mrs. borg:
Everday this goes on around here!
Officer butzis:
We will not harm you, or maim you
(swat team 4, move in!)
Mrs. borg:
He used cut my grass...
He was very nice boy...
Thats disgusting!!
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...
That was joes first confrontation with the law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut...and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities. -
erm....me like those that look hot and cute...like me one...Originally posted by StarPuppy:ya...
u just want to see hot hunks
so whats ur prefrence?
21 years old hot and cute guys... 
MUST LOOK LIKE ME ONE!!!! -
A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band rehearsing in it. joe (the main character in the central scrutinizers special presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulat
Of garage-band husbandry.
Central scrutinizer:
We take you now, to a garage, in canoga park.
Frank zappa:
(it makes its own sauce...)
Joe:
It wasnt very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said fender champ
And a second hand guitar
It was a stratocaster with a whammy bar
At this point, larry (a guy who will eventually give up music and earn a respectable living as a roadie for a group called toad-o) joins in the song...
Larry:
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin
His dad was mad
We was playin the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, n easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like...
Hey!
Down in joes garage
We didnt have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin over n over
Became a symphony
We would play it again n again n again
cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joes garage
His mama was screamin,
Turn it down!
We was playing the same old song
In the afternoon n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldnt get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin the band together
n we figured that we should
cause about this time we was gettin the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
Theyd all come over n dance around
Like...
Twenty teen-age girls dash
In and go stomp-clap,
Stomp-clap-clap...
So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
n we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits n beatle boots
n a sign on the back of the car
n we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Lets see if you got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up n danced n made a lotta noise
An it wasnt fore very long
A guy from a company we cant name
Said we oughta take his pen
n sign on the line for a real good time
But he didnt tell us when
These good times would be somethin
That was really happenin
So the band broke up
An it looks like
We will never play again...
Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like...
(and, as the band plays their little song,
Mrs. borg (who keeps her son sy,
In the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
Screams out the window...
Mrs. borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here...
Dont you boys know any nice songs?
Joe:
(speculating on the future)
Well the years was rollin by, yeah
Heavy metal n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye, yeah
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin high, yeah
n then they got that disco thing
n new wave came along
n all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in joes garage
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin to...
Central scrutinizer:
The white zone is
For loading and
Unloading only. if you
Gotta load or unload,
Go to the white
Zone. youll love it...
Joe:
Well the years was rollin by (etc.)...
Mrs. borg:
Im calling the police!
I did it! theyll be here...shortly!
Officer butzis:
This is the police...
Mrs. borg:
Im not joking around anymore
Officer butzis:
We have the garage surrounded
If you give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you neither
Mrs. borg:
Youll see them
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Mrs. borg:
There they are, theyre coming!
Officer butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Mrs. borg:
Listen to that mess, would you?
Officer butzis:
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Mrs. borg:
Everday this goes on around here!
Officer butzis:
We will not harm you, or maim you
(swat team 4, move in!)
Mrs. borg:
He used cut my grass...
He was very nice boy...
Thats disgusting!!
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...
That was joes first confrontation with the law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut...and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities. -
no time liao.......
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Originally posted by udontknowme:me jealous that.....
ME JEALOUS THAT YOU ALL NOT POSTING PICS OF GUYS!!!
me no guys to look at
me brokeback one... 
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okok..Originally posted by udontknowme:me jealous that.....
ME JEALOUS THAT YOU ALL NOT POSTING PICS OF GUYS!!!
me no guys to look at
me brokeback one...
u can brokeback with him
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Originally posted by PointBlue:
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And she said
Johnny darlin
Ah-ah-ah hoo-oo
Dont ever go-o yea-heah
Ah-ha-ha-haaa
And she said: johnny darlin
Ah-ah-ah hoo-oo
Dont ever go-o yea-heah
Ah-ha-ha-haaa
And she said: johnny darlin
Johnny darling
Dont ever go-o-o-oooo
Oo-oo-oo-ooooooo -
define plsOriginally posted by udontknowme:erm....me like those that look hot and cute...like me one...
21 years old hot and cute guys...
MUST LOOK LIKE ME ONE!!!! -
this is niceOriginally posted by udontknowme: -
you gotta go already??Originally posted by hondapons:no time liao....... -
My babys got
Jones crushin love
Jones crushin love
Jones crushin love
Well my babys got
Jones crushin love
Jones crushin love
Jones crushin love
She dont merely fit like a glove
That little girls got the jones
That little girls got the jones
That little girls got the jones
Shes tryin to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Well, shes tryin to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
She dont never wanna leave it alone
She can push; she can shove
Till its just a nub
She can push; she can shove
Till its just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub
Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
>from the sprinklers on the lawn
The eyes be rollin
On the concrete fawn
The wind cant blow
cause the sky is gone
The wind cant blow
cause the sky is gone
The wind cant blow
cause the sky is gone
Jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
Shes a jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze -
hmm..Originally posted by udontknowme:
FORCE YOUR HARD LOVE INSIDE HIM -
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or u can brokeback with this
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Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo leave me alone
Get your head off my bone
I wanna go home
(Im hungry)
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo give me a break
Lighten up on my snake
Thats all I can take
(robbie take me to greek town!)
It seems I cant explain
The way I feel about you
You just dont understand
Youre from kalamazoo...
You got to realize
Our little romance deal
Will not materialize
Into a thing that youd call real...
(I think I have worms...)
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo better get back
Or your eye will get black
When I give you a smack
(boo-hoo-hoo...)
Jumbo dont you cry
Jumbo dont you cry
Jumbo this is good-bye
I aint gonna lie
So wash up your pie
Wash up your pie
(there are three things that smell like
Fish!)
Wash up your pie
(one of them is fish...)
Wash up your pie
(the other two...)
Wash up your pie
(are growing on you...) -
15 more pages..if we can continue to crap