IRC-Galleria

I bang on the door but you won't let me in,
'cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin.
Locked all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack.

I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer,
They order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I'm writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern but I call it home.

Pietari311

Tomppa sanoo:
se ärrän mummo oli kyl semmone hiekkapillu ku ei yhtää hymyilly ees...

Tomppa sanoo:
5kg hiekkaa pillus

Tomppa sanoo:
oikee soramonttu saatana

Tomppa sanoo:
heuu aina

Tomppa sanoo:
AINA!

\,,\Mike/,,/ sanoo:
kuiva kokkareinen pannupaska

Tomppa sanoo:
ja kusi nuudelit KITTOOS

Tomppa sanoo:
"... öö tota meiltä ei valitettavasti saa semmosta, että..." "EI JUMALAUTA... TAATANAN TAATANA!"

Tomppa sanoo:
lasse laittaa paikat remonttii yy kaa koo

Tomppa sanoo:
meen paskoo ennenku tulee housuu

\,,\Mike/,,/ sanoo:
juu

voisiko joku auttaa?

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers

And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

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m.

when murder is justice the martyrs are made,
the one gun salute for the new intependence day jee

Mya. sanoo:
ens kerral puhut pippeleistä meidän kans

We ate some brownies and my wife got overdose. I think we`re dead.