Talking to Alexander right now on MSN...we're fucking around with this translation site and coming up with some very wonderful names. Thats all Im gonna say about that
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We wore the little pleated skirts and hiked them up to show our goods Nuns beat hoes up with rulers as in line for cigarettes we stood In sweater vests we learned to stay chaste and 'bout 'macculate conception While at recess we read Hustler, compared means of contra.
(CHORUS) More, more! After kneelin' on the church floor Sore, sore! After kickin' down the choir door Tore, tore! Up the holy fucking sacrament Whore, whore! Gravy Train's the living testament
Priests wanted to buy Funky cars but she said HELL NO Nuns asked to cruise around in bars, Drunky said HELL NO Altar boys followed Hunky 'round but he said HELL NO The pope tried buying me a town but I said HELL NO
Haha okay, I wont die, just for you. Hehe! Where ya been lately? Ive been kinda slackin on my LJs and shit but I'm around tonite if you are! Hit me up, definitely. It would rock to hear from ya :D
No puedo creer que usted mencionó nuestra pequeña cosa de traducción MSN. ¿Cómo increíblemente mono, verdad?
How come I can see this entry, Kyle? Eh? Answer me this. You are a strange one, child. A very, very strange one.
I'm coming home Friday. In your immortal words, "Eeeeeee!" I love you.
You know what my theme songs are. "Buffalo Stance" and "All Around the World." I can't think of the others at this moment. It's like a hurricane out there, sweetie. I want to go dance in it.
Awww....my fuckin weed pipe's clogged again. Baby my MSN is all fucked up. I know you dont have AIM so I just said fuggit. I'll probably call you in a sec.
Love you!!!
And yah, you can see this entry cuz Im being nice to you. Hahaaa!!
Being nice to me? That is atrociously grossly overstated. You bring about bouts of nausea, my fair one.
If you are wanting to call me, you must do it soon. I need to retire shortly. It's almost the witching hour. I'm beginning to turn into a pumpkin as we speak.
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Gravy Train - Titties Bounce
Aqua - Barbie Girl
Fischerspooner - Emerge
Dog Fashion Disco - The Acid Memoirs
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Nuns beat hoes up with rulers as in line for cigarettes we stood
In sweater vests we learned to stay chaste and 'bout 'macculate conception
While at recess we read Hustler, compared means of contra.
(CHORUS)
More, more! After kneelin' on the church floor
Sore, sore! After kickin' down the choir door
Tore, tore! Up the holy fucking sacrament
Whore, whore! Gravy Train's the living testament
Priests wanted to buy Funky cars but she said HELL NO
Nuns asked to cruise around in bars, Drunky said HELL NO
Altar boys followed Hunky 'round but he said HELL NO
The pope tried buying me a town but I said HELL NO
CHORUS (x2)
Lemme see those titties bounce! (x8)
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How come I can see this entry, Kyle? Eh? Answer me this. You are a strange one, child. A very, very strange one.
I'm coming home Friday. In your immortal words, "Eeeeeee!" I love you.
You know what my theme songs are. "Buffalo Stance" and "All Around the World." I can't think of the others at this moment. It's like a hurricane out there, sweetie. I want to go dance in it.
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Love you!!!
And yah, you can see this entry cuz Im being nice to you. Hahaaa!!
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If you are wanting to call me, you must do it soon. I need to retire shortly. It's almost the witching hour. I'm beginning to turn into a pumpkin as we speak.
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Be good!
~Polly x
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