"The police in the game were staying, 'Stop, we have you surrounded. This is the police.? The burglar, unknowingly, thought this was the actual police and panicked ... being apprehended by Playstation."
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hahaha wtf
if its true, those had to be some stupid ass criminals, they deserve it.
Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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Originally posted by nofx
hahaha wtf
if its true, those had to be some stupid ass criminals, they deserve it.Comment
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I sow what you reap in a moment
without consequence
While I bow my back to the great ships
The spirits blazing, that beckon to me.
I turn to the evening star.
My arms covet the winters of distant lands
away from your putrid banquet.
Underneath, the waves covet the secrets.
Listen to the whispers my dear.
I shine with the fury, that swells up in me.
I turn to the evening star.
Your faithless fathers spittle.
Their cup overflows in my hand.
I'm sick, so sick with the fever,
that stole your children away.
We live behind shards of glass
feasting on God in the hopes of Grace.
With the toils of salvation we all should
be put on the cross.
Drink you cup, slobber it down.
Deep in your thieves den, you're without a soul
I want to take you away.
I want to burn, to burn the earth.
It all drains away, running through our dried fingers.
Fragrant mists sear my heart.
My tongue, it aches for blaze underneath
your flesh...and within.
My arms covet the winters of distant lands
away from your putrid banquet.
I glide over the allures of beauty
that thieves yearn to steal.Comment
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were they high on crack or something ?Comment
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