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  • Death Watch

    Originally posted by MadtownPacker View Post
    Well folks time to confess. I have not enforced tank's ban because "Tyrion" has been with us all season. Once the season ends he will get his shit pushed in but for now he lives. His fate and that's of the 2014 Packers run parallel. Forgive me for being a superstitious brownie.

    Goodbye, sweet prince

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    I know things are hard, but there will be happier times for you on the other side

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        I thought this was going to be another thread about packer rats
        "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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          speaking of packerrats, I find myself 50% less likely to click a thread if the most recent post is by woodbuck.
          "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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            I thought Harlan was dying and he was going to live blog it here for our enjoyment. Really, it's the only thing he has left to give, but what a beautiful give it could be.
            "You're all very smart, and I'm very dumb." - Partial

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              A part of me has died. Perhaps I will have some poems to share.

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                "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Harlan Huckleby View Post
                  A part of me has died. Perhaps I will have some poems to share.
                  Death Watch, lyrics by Tank Elf Duke, copyright 2009

                  Drink her blood one last time
                  You will miss the taste of silver lime
                  Crawl into a concrete hole
                  Let the ants eat you whole
                  You will not be missed
                  You will not persist
                  Your god is a fucking blade
                  God has deserted your crusade

                  Dip a needle deep inside
                  Don't be afraid to set this world aside
                  Spread your wings, swim in the rain
                  The high will wash away your pain
                  Fly away from this place
                  Find a home in outerspace
                  And if you're still seduced by misery
                  You can always fall back to me
                  Last edited by Tyrion Lannister; 01-15-2015, 06:24 AM.

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                  • #10
                    Death Watch is official: last night, first time ever, someone asked me if I was over 50 - and eligible for Sr. discount. The End is near.

                    "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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                      Originally posted by mraynrand View Post
                      I thought this was going to be another thread about packer rats
                      Sure you would like that but somehow this dump is still here to post threads about the sites demise.

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by MadtownPacker View Post
                        Sure you would like that but somehow this dump is still here to post threads about the sites demise.
                        yes it is, with at least one response
                        "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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                          Go to sleep you weary hobo
                          Let the towns drift slowly by
                          Can't you hear the steel rails hummin'?
                          That's the hobo's lullaby

                          I know the police cause you trouble
                          They cause trouble everywhere
                          But when you die and go to Heaven
                          There'll be no policemen there

                          Last edited by Harlan Huckleby; 01-15-2015, 01:14 PM.

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                            Deportee By Woody Guthrie

                            The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
                            The oranges are packed in their creosote dump;
                            They're flying 'em back to that Mexican border
                            To spend all their money to wade back again

                            Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
                            Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
                            You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
                            All they will call you will be "deportee"

                            Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
                            Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
                            Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
                            They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

                            Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
                            Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
                            You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
                            All they will call you will be "deportee"

                            The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
                            A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
                            Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
                            The radio says, "They are just deportees"

                            Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
                            Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
                            You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
                            All they will call you will be "deportee"

                            My father's own father, he waded that river,
                            They took all the money he made in his life;
                            My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
                            And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

                            We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
                            We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
                            We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
                            Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

                            Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
                            Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
                            To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
                            And be called by no name except "deportees"?

                            Last edited by Harlan Huckleby; 01-15-2015, 01:31 PM.

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                              And thus the romantic image of the Mexican criminal was created and lives on today.

                              LOL @ We died in your bushes. Yeah because someone shot your ass when you were peeping in the windows looking to rape some innocent young white teenager you fucking pervert.
                              "You're all very smart, and I'm very dumb." - Partial

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