Kitana, Send me email with all your user information. Better yet, forward the confirmation email you received to me and tell me what you want your new password to be. I will change it for you.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Fugly: Kitana, Send me email with all your user information. Better yet, forward the confirmation email you received to me and tell me what you want your new password to be. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> And me as well please.
Cheer up, Cheeze. Here's a song for ya. It may come in handy sometime soon. Kenny Rogers The Gambler On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness 'Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak. He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes, And if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces, And for a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice." So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow; Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light, And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression, ' said "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, Know when to walk away And know when to run. You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done. Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' Is knownin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser, And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window, Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep, And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even, But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, Know when to walk away And know when to run. You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done.
Thanks Nauseous. But I wish I had heard THIS song instead. It's by a jew named Dan Fogelberg Same Old Lang Syne Met my old lover in the grocery store, The snow was falling Christmas Eve. I stole behind her in the frozen foods, And I touched her on the sleeve. She didn't recognize the face at first, But then her eyes flew open wide. She went to hug me and she spilled her purse, And we laughed until we cried. We took her groceries to the checkout stand, The food was totalled up and bagged. We stood there lost in our embarrassment, As the conversation dragged. We went to have ourselves a drink or two, But couldn't find an open bar. We bought a six-pack at the liquor store, And we drank it in her car. We drank a toast to innocence, We drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, But neither one knew how. She said she'd married her an architect, Who kept her warm and safe and dry, She would have liked to say she loved the man, But she didn't like to lie. I said the years had been a friend to her, And that her eyes were still as blue. But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw, Doubt or gratitude. She said she saw me in the record stores, And that I must be doing well. I said the audience was heavenly, But the traveling was hell. We drank a toast to innocence, We drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, But neither one knew how. We drank a toast to innocence, We drank a toast to time. Reliving in our eloquence, Another 'auld lang syne'...... The beer was empty and our tongues were tired, And running out of things to say. She gave a kiss to me as I got out, And I watched her drive away. Just for a moment I was back at school, And felt that old familiar pain ......... And as I turned to make my way back home, The snow turned into rain ..............
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by 666kitana999: u must be on crack <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You mean me? Something wrong with being a password collector all of a sudden? Shit, everyone's allowed to have a hobby.
Cheezy: got your pussy over here, babe... Topper: that's illegal, but if you get me some other passwords, i.e. AdultCheckGold or Bouncer ID, then maybe i will share my passwords with you...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by 666kitana999: Topper: if you get me some other passwords, i.e. AdultCheckGold or Bouncer ID, then maybe i will share my passwords with you... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Not a problem, pm me your credit card information and I will have those passwords for you within a few hours.
