If you could read Baddog's mind, love,
 

What a tale his thoughts could tell...

Just like an old time movie....

'Bout a ghost from a wishing well...

In a castle dark or a fortress strong...

With chains upon my feet...

You know that ghost is me...

And Baddog will never be set free

As long as he's a ghost that you can't see

(chrous)

If Baddog could read your mind, love,
What a tale his thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
Then you reached the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be Baddog.
But heroes often fail,
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take!

What the fuck about this be?

That is not the next line love..

He'd walk away like a movie star

Who gets burned in a three way script.

Enter number two

A movie queen to play the scene

Of bringing all the good things out in Baddog

But for now, Persian Kitty love, let's be real;

Baddog never thought he could act this way

And Baddog has got to say that he just doesn't get it...

and he don't know where they went wrong..

But the feeling's gone..

And he just cant get it back

(chorus)

If you could read Baddog's mind, Persian Kitty love,
What a tale his thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong.
With chains upon Baddog's feet.
But stories always end,
And if you read between the lines,
You'd know that Baddog's just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack.
Baddog never thought he could feel this way
And he's got to say that he just don't get it.
Baddog don't know where we went wrong,
But the feelin's gone
And Baddog just can't get it back!

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whew.. I'm tired now..

hehe

go get a room queers.


The man I met when I was Thirty Three.


All I know is he's old and seems to have it out for me!
Truth be told, I met him when I was 33.
I bash him and hate him publicly,
but really, he's a good friend to me.
I know this doesn't work in your thread,
but if I wait to long he could soon be dead.
He's old you see, much older than me,
The man I met when I was 33.

His name is Lloyd, but we call him Baddog,
He was the one that showed me how to blog.
He always seems drunk, but I know the truth,
he's really just a yuck mouth with a rotton tooth.
Ok that last line was weak,
but who cares, I'm doing this for me,
and for the man I met when I was just 33.

He was confused that first day.
He didn't know what to say.
In a room full of adult webmasters,
he asked a question like a crazy old bastard.
He wasn't sure how to link,
so he opened his mouth before he could think.
And out came a question, I'll never forget,
He had us all rolling, I almost shit.
When he asked how to link gay from hot asian pussy,
The man I met when I was just thirty three.




now then... back to your scripted thread already in progress.

Jeesus... D0nt have a cow...

I heart this thread... funny shitz

Managed to get the song from the old Frito commercial out of my head for a bit.
My granddaughter loves that song.. we call her the Frito Bandito. Don't ask me why I started singing it to her.. I can't remember now.

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Beth's had Sway (Dean Martin, but more specifically Julie London's version) stuck in my head all week. I've grown to hate it, then love it again, then hate it, then reach a point where I can't go a few minutes without hearing it because something just feels off. Great song all and all...

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That will always be our special moment.

This thread is funny ... good stuff

Beat me to it. :D

Im waiting for Gordon Lightspeed to come in..