My, my, what sucky grammar we have

[DW]

I think Hannah Montana is the best Rock Artist ever.....in her practice space :P

[Mysterious F.]

Hey everyone, every time we say "OWN!!!!", instead elt's say "COMMODORE!!!!"

[Commodore Axilon]

Well, seeing as how that'd be a compliment, I really couldn't care less.

[MagmarFire]

Oh. You guys mean in a picture like THIS?

http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/8389/pwnedaf7.jpg

[Commodore Axilon]

Hey everyone, every time we say "OWN!!!!", instead elt's say "COMMODORE!!!!"

lawls

[DW]

That...is....awesome...

[Commodore Axilon]

Well, it wasn't exactly that hard to make. Took about five minutes. ;)

But we need a Whocares one as well. Any suggestions?

[DW]

How's this?



It took about five minutes as well.

[Commodore Axilon]

Ick. JPEG compression artifacts. ???

But the general premise is awesome. We just need a better quality picture.

[DW]

I'm trying ;) Trust me. I'm trying to find the best size that won't stretch...

[DW]

BAM!



Yeah, it's from a different angle, but it was the best shot I could get.

[Commodore Axilon]

Y'see, that is the exact opposite of pulling a Whocares. ;D

[DW]

OMG, I just pushed Whocares. :o Is he okay?

[Twilight Wolf]

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
>from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.

IMMAGRANT SONG FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Man, I wish we had Led Zeppelin III, because that song is awesome!

[Gamefreak]

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there