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Pastimes : Where is the Bald Man From Mars? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Impristine who wrote (404)	3/3/1999 1:00:00 AM
From: Guidothecat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 662

Impristine Chin Musician Extroadinaire Sings the Body Electric,,, Grinds Nuts to Dust,,, Too much of anything, Is just enough. ...Sings his Lonely Moon Song: (don't forget the accent) "Hey Mr Baldy Man there Play a Song for Me, I'm not sleepy and there is no lack fo Criiiisssco. Hey Mr Martian Dude I know you really Care, Even if you are not Her, You are Fond of Miller Beer, A contrarian career, It's the mirror I really Fear,...and All I do is trade for Broker's Fee...eeezz Hey there you bald ass Martian Viagra Popp'n Dude, Circle round these circus stocks, Boston Chicken's on the rocks, AOL is goin down, Amazons just runs around, and Paulson thinks he better find the Bald Mannn...". ...all together now: "Oh jeeze Impristine Tradd'n really gets me down, No Bald Man to be Found, Bre-X Jungle Juice'n theives, Auric Golden one just cleaves, my eff'n arse up. (Into tiny little peices.) Hey Mr Martian Missing Baldy Pick'n Dude I'm not sleepy and I've Got alot of Crisco. Hey Mr Martian Man Please play a song for me In this short'n, go broke Market I'll be follow'n you. (More Bad Harmonica here) Impristine, Hold your chin high! Annette, O Lovely Lady in a Bald Man Suit, Where too? Reagun digg'n, Vodka chugg'n, Forever thirsten, Thurston? BALDY! Help Us! Save our sorry Butts! the cat is lost! ...My chin is just so strong, I've been thinkin all night long, Circled by these stocks of pain, Can't stroke them in this rain, Just a 1/8th or so would make me happy. Yikes Bobby D, I'm your worst nightmare!