How Great Are They!Pete Is So Sexy So Is Patrick!I Love Songs Like Saturday,Chicago Is So Two Years Ago And Calm Before The Storm.What About You Guys?
How Great Are They!Pete Is So Sexy So Is Patrick!I Love Songs Like Saturday,Chicago Is So Two Years Ago And Calm Before The Storm.What About You Guys?
<-----Loves Fall Out Boy but doesn't know why her Fall Out Boy thread has dissapeaered! ?????????
What about Andy and Joe?
Joe is annoying. Heh.
Grenade Jumper = best song they have. Too bad they'll never play it live again.
They are quite good.
Let's play this game
called when you catch fire
i wouldn't piss to put you out
no
Stop burning bridges
and drive off of them
so i can forget about
you
I'm bored. And i feel like bumping this.
IloveTellMichThatHeJustMadeMyListofThingstodoToday
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Oh and while we're at, it i'd like to double post say that the lyric, "And when it all goes to Hell, will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face?" is describing my life right now. Seriously. Ok, you can all go back to really (not) caring.
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
They won an MMVA last night.
Best international group. Pete was wearing a blazer, and a shirt that said Andy. Andy was wearing a shirt that said Pete. Patrick had a shirt that said Joe, and Joe had a shirt that said Patrick. Pete had his hand all wrapped up in bandages, and the rumor is he punched it through a wall. As you can see, i've found someone to keep me happy during the year of no Avril. And i love them like whoa.
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
^^he probably did because he's angry and messed up and depressed like whoa.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I only caught their performance on the MMVAs on a rerun today (I was at a show last night, right up the street) and... Pete was waaaaaaaaaaaaay off at the beginning of Dance Dance. Wow. Heh.
And Patrick got fatter. Yikes.
You're not funny. Just kind of annoying. Maybe you could lighten up? And i'm not saying that because i'm one of those uptight freaks who never has a bad thing to say about her favorite band, i just don't think it's funny. You're not going to listen to me, are you?Oh and just for the record, Pete was off because he hurt his hand. It was completely wrapped up. He still spent the whole night signing autographs.
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Yay happyending101!You tell him!
Thank you!
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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