'no culture can live, if it attempts to be exclusive'
- Mahatma Gandhi
there was dis american called x Manny x
a gem of a guy
but very much misunderstood
only another american ashley cud see through him
She new he is a nice guy
We indians and all the 00nies in India and Sri Lanka
read only words
there was dis american called x Manny x
a gem of a guy
but very much misunderstood
only another american ashley cud see through him
She new he is a nice guy
We indians and all the 00nies in India and Sri Lanka
read only words
we senti-guys use words like mmuuaahh-hugs-choshweet
HA! catch him saying mushy stuff
he thrashed the ones he loved or sought to love
Manny has given up on blogging now
he raved and he ranted in the most foullest lang
but it was just his way of communicating
I love u Manny
Manny has given up on blogging now
he raved and he ranted in the most foullest lang
but it was just his way of communicating
I love u Manny
saby said...
ReplyDeleteu aint going nowhere Shithead
we need u
like a dog or a bitch needs fleas
Keshi will miss u
so will i
4:56 PM
saby said...
like i said
u aint going nowhere
i gott u trapped in here
http://imnutsincaps.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-friendz.html
5:08 PM
Manny said...
hehehehehehehehehehhhehehehehehhehehehehehehehhehhehehehehhehehe
keshi needs my ass, I do not need her though :)) Fuck it, I got a life than your sorry ass on blog everyday day :)
Oh WOW !
ReplyDeletedat sure is breaking news, Kesh
having my baby
ReplyDeletewat a wondeful way to say ....
Manny
ReplyDeletethanks
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome :)
ReplyDeleteKeshi's imposter ... havent u got ne better work to do u jobless shameless d!ckless loser!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSaby ... why wud u wanna write a pull post for Manny?? u missing him so much eh?
Why dont u quit bloggin as well??
DUMBASS Cheesy !
ReplyDeleteu supposed to comment on my post
not on the comments
Sheesh!
silly teenagers
, i also love a lovely lady
ReplyDeletewho says i am the grace kelly type,
.
Tip #8
ReplyDeleteFreeze some grapes and then use them for love making. Tickle each
others nipples with them. Trail them over each others bodies. Put them in
your mouth while you give your sweetheart oral pleasures.
Michael Webb
500 Love making Tips and Secrets
http://www.500lovemakingtips.com/bonus.htm
i commented on yr post as well ...
ReplyDeleteYOU CHOR!
ReplyDeleteWTF!
ReplyDeletei didnt steal your heart
u gave it to me
very funny heh!
ReplyDeleteSo no one told you life was gonna be this way
ReplyDeleteYour job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
but I'll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you
(Like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you
('Cause you're there for me too)
You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight
You've burned your breakfast; so far, things are going great
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these
But she didn't tell when the world has brought you down to your knees
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with
Someone I will always laugh with
Even at my worst, I'm best with you
Yeah!
dont know who manny was... but u r right we here r stuck up on silly words sometimes.. but that the way we like it i guess... couldnt enlarge that toi page... so didnt read it...
ReplyDeleteWHEN I AM GONE
ReplyDelete“When you are gone,” she softly spoke,
“What would you like for me
To do to show my love for you?
What would you like?” said she.
“I’d like,” I said, “no tears, my dear;
I’d like instead a few
Sweet moments when you think of me
And of my love for you.
“I’d like you to recall our joy
And, if you wish, our tears,
And be reminded of our dreams,
Our hopes, our doubts, our fears.
“Remember, if you will, my faults,
Recall mistakes I made,
But never, dear, forget my love . . .
Too seldom I displayed.
For when I’m gone I’ll think of you
Wherever I may be,
And thank the everlasting gods
That you belonged to me.
SYMPATHY WORKS
i never fail to get laid by dis line
,,dis cheesy is all the time in the chatrooms and blogs
ReplyDeletewonder if u ever study
Caraf was rite,
‹^› ‹(•¿•)› ‹^›
ReplyDeleteA long, long time ago...
ReplyDeleteI can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
you hhave so much blog. my first attempt to see is , if you are active and do blogging in each.
ReplyDeletevaishnav
cheesy steals d!cks and has a cupboard full of it :D
ReplyDeleteShe is now know as cheesyd!ck
mind ur own biz saby! i know wht i got to at wut time yeah?
ReplyDeleteam again tellin u .. dont write shit abt me ... coz if i start no ... u'll be nowhere .... bt then thr wont b ne diff. b/w u and me ...!
dont ask me d next time to leave a comment here ... yeah?
u and ur bloody MOUSES!
YIPES !
ReplyDeleteshe means to castrate me
mouses with d!cks
ReplyDelete