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how do you make your cereal this is so serious
HLP. hello anon. I have NO idea what spawned this question, and Dude .. i dont know if this question is even valid since i think the last time i had cereal i was.. .. ach. 11 ? 12??? Not cuz i didnt like it.. but cause.. Shit Happens..
but i guess if i were to nowadays........ like.. er.. Okay, so. 5he act is kinda.. all that would matter to me is how soggy cereal gets . Cause to ME... if cereal is too soggy it is UNRECOVERABLE . 2 me. But when i was younger i DID pour cereal .. then milk? And cause of the small bowl the cereal would pile so some of it was dry while STILL having milk. But i feel like.. milk THEN cereal would just kinda... make it all soggy and shit??
And yknow. Maybe at this point you're like "Okay (atom)Mathew, if you dont like wet food then why the fuck would you eat cereal" and its . Uhh. I dont knoowwwwww... (image of monkey at computer) Tbh maybe thats the reason i stopped eating it. ..maybe. Maybe I would be one of those freaks who'd eat cereal without the milk tbh. I'd crunch it. Pour it all into a bowl and eat it dry with no remorse. And I'd probably enjoy it too. I'd participate in the sin with no guilt and boundless whimsy and evil joy. I Don't Care... fuck this baka life.......................what was the quedtion again
#VOICEMAIL#i used to have the grossest cereal as a kifd#it was flavoured and it bled into the milk on purpose#but it ended up with all of it tastes like this gross ... nothing taste..... and it was.... augh .#sorry anon
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100 bits of song lyrics (to kill time)
1 Alleluia, Alleluia
2 Graceless lady, you know who I am
3 For a golden girl knows when he kissed her... It’s the kiss of DEATH from Mr.
4 Tail toddle, tail toddle, Tammy gart my tail toddle,
5 Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream, from his majesty the queen
6. La donna e mobile, quai piuma al viento
7 And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow...O willow, tit willow, tit willow
8 Someone left the cake out in the rain
9 Konichiwa Bitches
10 Underneath that tree, there’s just gonna be you and me
11 Pres des remparts de Seville, chez mon ami Lillas Pastia
12 By the living God that made you, you’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din
13 Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles
14 Fire eating boys - rising toys of the sun - energy dies without body warm - icicles ruin your gun
15 Spread your blue wings and I’ll shed my blue tears.
16. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the crawl all over your ears and mouth, aah-oooo. aaah-oooo.
17 Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya
18 Where Indian fights are colorful sights and nobody takes a lickin’ - where paleface and redskin both turn chicken
19 So let them begin the Beguine, let it play...
20 Expert texpert choking smokers don’t you think the joker laughs at you
21 you haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg, you’re an eyeless boneless chickenless egg....and you have to be put with a bowl to beg
22 And yet he’s rollin’ down the mountain goin’ fast, fast, fast
23 Pourquoi ont-ils tue Jaures?
24 Shepherds, why this jubilee?
25 I’m a ramblin’ wreck from Georgia Tech and a heck of an engineer
26 Keep on chooglin’, chooglin’, chooglin’ chooglin’ chooglin’
27 Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
28 by pushing down this special key it plays a little melody
29 O I could hide neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings.....the six oclock alarm would never ring....
30 Cee Aich Eye Cee Kay Eee En, that spells Chicken
31 we gonna chant down Babylon one more time. Chant down Babylon one more time
32 Leo said to Cleo, I think I’m goin’ mad…..
33 The Dutchess of Kircaldy always smiling and arriving late for tea
34 Stand off from me, you bloody butchers
35 look down that road far as I can see….gang o’ women, you know followin’ me
36 I got no kick against modern jazz, unless they try to play it too darn fast
37 Mary Margaret Luke and John all them prophets dead and gone
38 Don’t cross the street in the middle in the middle in the middle in the middle in the middle
39 Oche Chornya, Oche Krasnya,
40 Now she got him on the sofa where he’d gone to take a snooze, and I hope he went to heaven cause he wasn’t wearing shoes
41 Well he never heard the news on the radio, he was deep in the Glade so he’ll never know – his runnin’ and hidin’ didn’t make much sense for the jury had ruled it was self-defense
42 We will kill the old red rooster when she comes, when she comes.
43. You been lyin’, when you shoulda been truthin’
44 Put silver wings….on my son’s chest….make him one…..of America’s best…..
45 I can hear Atlantis full of cheer……………………
Atlantis Full Of Cheer…………………………………..
46 She’s got Elgin Movements from her head down to her toes….breaks in on a dollar now most anywhere she goes…she’s got E-L-G-I-N M-O-V-E-M-E-N-T-S
47 And softly she came nigh him, and all she said, as there she came, “young man, I think – “
48 I’m beginning to hear voices, and there’s no one around
49 So we all came through the wall; no one uses doors anymore; we’d all love to be that small; you can’t fit, if you’re fat, and that’s all
50 God save King Pendragon,
May his reign long drag on,
God save our King.
51 Ciribiribin! Ciribiribin !!
52 We’ll curse the smella citronella, even as we dream
53 You think you’ve flown before, but you ain’t left the grooouuund
54 and you know there’s talk goin’ round town that Papa had three outside children, and Another Wife………………and That ain’t right….
55 aw lean on me man cause you can’t afford the ticket
56 shebop, shebop awebop, ibop, ubop atheybop, hebop, mebop atheebop
57 The wall was too high as you can see, and the worms ate into his brain.
58 Wendy Michael John Tinkerbell Come On Hurry up and follow me for soon I will be gone
59 See right through me…walk right by me….and never know I’m there….Never….Even…..Knoowwwwww…………………
60 And even though my brain is even smaller than my penius I am the very model of a very stable genius!
61 Agios o Theos, Agios ischyros, Agios athanatos, eleison imas
62 Life is what you do, while you’re waiting to die
63 John Brown’s body lies a moldering in the grave
64 Ah, you don't even know
That you're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
And you think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah, she's going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
65 I said not a word tho it meant my life I had been in the arms of my best friend’s wife
66 Down in some lonesome valley, hangin’ from a white oak tree
67 Mother Earth will swallow you, lay you in the ground.
68 I’m not a drowning man! And I’m not a burning building!
69 Those alive will meet the prophets
Those at peace shall see their wake.
70 A bullet had found him / his blood ran as he cried / no money could save him / so he lay down and he died
71 I’m still, I have no life / to wait on boys and men / what’s mine, was yours, is dead / I take my leave of mortal flesh
72 Why dontya be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box!
73 That’s the last hour to think anymore – jelly and juice and bubbles, bubbles on the floor
74 Happy Birthday to You
75 They’ll stone you when you’re set down in your grave
76 But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
77 And they fam, and they fam, back over the dam
78 Tell me Y oh Y did Constantinople get the works?
79 Do you love me? (do you love me) Do You Love Me? (do you love me)
80 a Puzzlement!!!
81 Wherever I have gone, wherever I have gone, the blues run the game
82 So I’ll jug some water bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour
83 It’s a Holy Ghost building, it’s a Holy Ghost building
84 Yankee Doodle came to terms, writing Martin Buber,
Stuck a Fuhrer in her back and called it Schicklgruber.
85 O Sacred Head surrounded, by crown of Bleeding Thorns
86 It was the Monster Mash (they did the Monster Mash) It was a graveyard smash
87 Dove nested towers, the hour was Strike the street quicksilver moon
88 But that was once upon a time and very long ago
89 I have left my book, I have left my room, for I heard you singing through the gloom
90 Stella splendens in monte ut solis radium miraculis serrato exaudi populum
91 There’s gotta be a song left to sing, cause everybody can’t have thought of everything
92 I will always love you - - hands alike – magnet and iron, the souls
93 Yes I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
94 Well I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home
95 Sad, deserted shore your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it’s time for them to go
96 She makes the sign of the teaspoon he makes the sign of the wave
The poor boy changes clothes and puts on aftershave, to compensate for his
Ordinary shoes
97 Observe his flame that placid dame the moon’s celestial highness
There’s not a trace upon her face of diffidence or shyness
98 As I lay there with a flower in my hair and my cheeks aflush
It was a blackberry blossom from the blackberry bush.
99 Oh it’s my heart
Is that-a-way
Just as welcome, boys
As the flowers in May
100 We sleep in the morning
We dream of a ship that sails away
A thousand miles away.
Trad./Jagger/Newley, Bricusse/Trad./Waters/Piave/Gilbert/Webb/Robyn/Dylan/Halevy, Meilhac/Kipling/Von Fallersleben/Slick/Parton/Trad./Trad./Taylor, Lava/ Porter/ Lennon/Trad./Dawson/Brel/Chadwick/Trad./Fogerty/Blackburn/Kraftwerk/Stewart/
John Hurt/Marley/Dylan/Lennon/Trad,/McDowell/Berry/Trad./Mizzy/Milman/Chad Mitchell Trio/Harlan Howard/Trad./Hazlewood/Sadler/Hendrix/Robert Johnson /Trad./
Dylan/Slick/T.H. White/Pestalozza/Hart/Jobim/Strong, Whitfield/Bowie/Lauper/Waters/ Comden & Green/Ebb/Randy Rainbow/Trad./Ebb/Trad./Brel/Wilkin, Dill/Whitter,
Grayson/Young/Byrne/Reid/Lake/Sinfield/Country Joe/Slick/Mildred and Patty Hill/
Dylan/Weatherly/Dowell/Nat, Kennedy/Berry Gordy/Hammerstein/Jackson Franck/
Lane, Marriott/Bill Monroe/Firesign Theater/Baker/Pickett/Wilson, Parks/Adams/Joyce/
Trad./Welch/Mitchell/Dylan/Winwood/Denny/Simon/Gilbert/Maybelle Carter/
John Hurt/Eno
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