I'm alive. Life has kept me offline for a while. Hopefully that will change soon.

Meanwhile, can anyone tell me the name of the band that does this song? I don't know the name of the song, because the radio refuses to say it when there isn't noise to obscure the sound, but the chorus keeps repeating in my head as such:

"I guess it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm taking control."

Can anyone throw me a bone before I go completely batshit insane as opposed to merely being severly unstable but still hanging on to sanity?

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

You sound like me all those times I went to rehab.

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What others say about boorite!

Liar. You never left rehab.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

If you'll go to FGH, you'll see that apparently no one likes Kaenash.

Dinsdale says the song you're looking for is "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers.

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I has a flavor!

dammit, i wanted to be mr. informative guy who tells information and is a guy

but yes, it is. great song. good video too

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what if nigger meant kite

"Mr. Brightside"?

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

yes, naughty butler?

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what if nigger meant kite

The female lead in the video gives me a boner.

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I has a flavor!

The female lead in the video gives me a boner.

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I has a flavor!

In fact, she gives me such a boner I had to say it twice.

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I has a flavor!

Because everyone knows that titles of threads can't lie.

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More lust than you can shake a stick at.

Know Buddy licks Kaenash.

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What others say about boorite!

That was a stupid post.

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What others say about boorite!

How are the wedding plans going?
Just say the word if you want me to pop out of a cake.

For the bachlorette party, of course.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

Getting married on June 6th, 2007. And I now have a legal license to drive and a jeep cherokee with Jimmy Buffett specialty plates. Now to search for apartments...

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

With Jimmy Buffett specialty plates, you can get any apartment you want.

Or you can sleep in your Jeep on the beach.

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What others say about boorite!

quote:

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How are the wedding plans going?
Just say the word if you want me to pop out of a cake.

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Actually, I just got a lead on some townhouses for rent nearby that looks promising. There will be no jumping out of a cake, but I am considering a bachelor's party at Chuck E. Cheese's. Because you can get beer at Chuck E. Cheese's and I've always wanted to drunkenly leap into the ball pit.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

Dude, they don't have ball pits anymore. So lame. Some 4 year old tries to swallow one and ruins it for EVERYBODY.

June 2007 sounds like an AWESOME time to plan a vacation to the East Coast. I'm still counting myself in.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

There goes my fantasy. Now I have to find that kid and beat the snot out of him for ruining my fun.

We're trying to limit the guest list to a max of 100 people, 50 for each of us, and I'm having trouble trying to get 30 people. The only problem I'd run into with inviting people from more than an hour or two away is that there are practically NO lodgings around here for miles and miles. I could handle 5-6 people shacking up with me for a night or two, but it could get messy with more.

I guess camping in the yard would work since it's the summer. Just bring a lot of mosquito repellant.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.