let's talk about real coinage

Discussion in 'Politics' started by gearbox, May 7, 2006.

  1. gearbox


    how much would you pony up to ride with hell's angels for a month as one of their own?




    want to be bill gates? run microsoft for a month? no prob..

    call, phantasies unlimited.666

    idea I have for a new venture, anyone want in?


  2. Ricter


    Could you enable your clients to do a "Columbine" on the Hell's Angels too? If so, I'm in.
  3. gearbox


    is this your phantasy?

    the best you can do?

    why all the negativie waves dude?
  4. How about dinner with Jesus?

    Okay that would be a bit difficult- even for an all expenses paid fantasy.

    How about a dinner with Bill Gates? I believe that would be enlightening and most interesting.
  5. gearbox


    you want dinner with bill?

    eat a big mac on microdoft's lawn

    is that cash or ck?
  6. Whooo boy!
    This will go nowhere without CREDIT man.
    Is Pay Pal an option?

  7. Just watch this movie, and take notes:

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  8. gearbox



    The old home town looks the same,
    As I step down from the train,
    And there to greet me are my mamma and my poppa;
    Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
    Hair of gold, lips like cherries,
    It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

    Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
    Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,
    It's good to touch the green, green grass of home,

    The old house is still standin,
    'Though the paint is cracked and dry,
    And there's that old oak tree,
    That I used to play in.
    Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
    Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
    It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

    Then I awake and look around me,
    At the four gray walls that surround me,
    And I realize that I was only dreaming,
    For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
    Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
    And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home.

    thank you mamma &


    Yes, they'll all come to

    meet me,

    Arms a-reachin', smilin'


  9. Cool -, I'll look it up.
    Douglas plays a great buiness bad ass.

  10. Not sure of the point of this thread... but I'm in!
    I'm woven in a fantasy, I can't believe the things I see
    The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall
    And with each passing day I feel a little more like something dear was lost
    It rises now before me, a dark and silent barrier between,
    All I am, and all that I would ever want be
    It's just a travesty, towering, marking off the boundaries my spirit would erase

    To pass beyond is what I seek, I fear that I may be too weak
    And those are few who've seen it through to glimpse the other side,
    The promised land is waiting like a maiden that is soon to be a bride
    The moment is a masterpiece, the weight of indecision's in the air
    It's standing there, the symbol and the sum of all that's me
    It's just a travesty, towering, blocking out the light and blinding me
    I want to see

    Gold and diamonds cast a spell, it's not for me I know it well
    The treasures that I seek are waiting on the other side
    There's more that I can measure in the treasure of the love that I can find
    And though it's always been with me, I must tear down the Wall and let it be
    All I am, and all that I was ever meant to be, in harmony
    Shining true and smiling back at all who wait to cross
    There is no loss
    #10     May 7, 2006