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| Sanders The Senior BoxerThu, 08 Jan 2009 17:27:06 -0800 by prbjwww.petrescuebyjudy. com Sanders is a 10 year old Boxer/Lab mix. He has charmed everyone at he rescue with his gentle, affectionate spirit. He walks up to you and does the body lean, noses your hand, or walks between your legs and looks up at you. Too cute!!! Related: pet rescue judy adopt foster humane dog boxer lab | |
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| Tips on How to Gain Weight Fast | Build Muscle Challenge (Vol. 6)Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:25:21 -0800 by buildmusclechallengehttp://www.buildmusc lechallenge.com/free After deciding to revamp our diet plan and workout plan my nephew and I decided to take some time off and ignore our high calorie diet that allowed us those impressive weight gains from week 1 and allowed us to gain weight fast.Unfortunately as a result, we practically lost all our gains and had to start back at our starting weights.But with our revamped diet plan and our new and improved full body workout plan we'll blow our previous gains out the water. (Even though our first workout kicked our butts)In this video you'll learn:How to increase the intensity of your workoutsThings you should do before, during and after your workouts for maximum muscle gainsThe key ingredient to building muscle fast for skinny guys and hardgainers.-------L earn Step by Step How I Gained Over 40lbs in 4 Monthsjust go to http://www.buildmusc lechallenge.com/free Related: 8 - restart | |
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| Happy Birthday Elvis!!!Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:25:15 -0800 by xxsweettcherrypiexxHAPPY BIRTHDAY ELVIS!!!1st song Fame And Fortune 2nd song Burning Love3rd song I gotta KnowFame And FortuneFame and fortunehow empty they can beBut when I hold you in my armsThat's heaven to meWho cares for fame and fortuneThey're only passing thingsBut the touch of your lips on mineMakes me feel like a kingYour kind of love is a treasure I holdIt's so much greater than silver or goldI know that I'd have nothingIf you should go awayBut to know that you love meBrings fame and fortune my wayBurning LoveLord almighty,I feel my temperature risingHigher higherIts burning through to my soulGirl, girl, girlYou gonna set me on fireMy brain is flamingI dont know which way to goYour kisses lift me higherLike the sweet song of a choirYou light my morning skyWith burning loveOoh, ooh, ooh,I feel my temperature risingHelp me, Im flamingI must be a hundred and nineBurning, burning, burningAnd nothing can cool meI just might turn into smokeBut I feel fineCause your kisses lift me higherLike a sweet song of a choirAnd you light my morning skyWith burning loveIts coming closerThe flames are reaching my bodyPlease wont you help meI feel like Im slipping awayIts hard to breathAnd my chest is a-heavingLord almighty,Im burning a hole where I layCause your kisses lift me higherLike the sweet song of a choirYou light my morning skyWith burning loveWith burning loveAh, ah, burning loveIm just a hunk, a hunk of burning loveJust a hunk, a hunk of burning loveJust a hunk, a hunk of burning loveJust a hunk, a hunk of burning loveJust a hunk, a hunk of burning loveJust a hunk, a hunk of burning loveI Gotta KnowGet up in the mornin' feelin' MIGHTY weakA tossin' and a turnin' well, I had ain't no sleepOh baby, what road's our love taking?To romance or heartbreaking'Won't you say which way you're gonna goI gotta know, gotta know, gotta knowNine and nine make fourteen, four and four make nineThe clock is strikin' thirteen I think I lost my mindYou know it's gettin' aggravatin'How long can I keep waitin'Tell me if you love me yes or no,I gotta know, gotta know, gotta knowOh, how much I need youHave pity on this heart of mineWell, if you need and want me too,I'll be your one and only till the end of timeSaw the fortune teller, had my fortune readShe sent me to the doctor, who sent me straight to bedHe said I'm lonesome and I'm lovesickI've got my mind on lipstickWill you kiss away my cares and woe?I gotta know, gotta know, gotta know Related: birthday elvis happy xxsweettcherrypiexx | |
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| Black Moon- How Many Mc'sThu, 08 Jan 2009 17:18:52 -0800 by MikeKanenVerse One: Steele Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did the shooting Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown Check the drums of death as I break what's left of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun Chorus: repeat 4X Load the clip, bust lead to the head The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead Verse Two: Buckshot Real niggaz represent and don't die Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply I puff a mad bag of buddha Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?" I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me Chorus Verse Three: Tek Ahh shit, a personality split And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss? Another boom blew up the scene throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now Damn, just when you thought it was safe to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real so I pack more steel lookin for the kill Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said Chorus Related: music black moon | |
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