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Blowin' In The Wind

Yes, This is to be sung in the same sing-song tune as the Bob Dylan Classic :


How many loos must I inspect and check
Before my ass threatens to rive?!
How many times must I keep jerking off
Before I hope to go 'live'?!
How many times must I interview
before I join a stupid club hive?!
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


How much hair must I keep picking out
before I have 'nice' mess meal?
How many days should I go without a bath?
Before the dirt starts to peel!
How many kills should one player have
before he is accused of a kill-steal?!
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


How many times must I slog my ass off
before I inevitably get a DD?
How many Sports-complex dances will it take
before he roams the 'romantic' streets of GB?
How many kills should EnViCi execute
Before he's no longer considered a noobie?!
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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Vikram said…
lol.. Ql takes it again :)
June 22, 2008 at 2:51 PM
Half-Light said…
Every alternate post almost has a reference to Ql. I wonder if our man has some sparks flying around for him :P
June 22, 2008 at 2:52 PM
Vineeth said…
Lol .... brilliance .... now i know how jobless u r !!

and as every1 has pointed out ... Ql is in it again !!
June 22, 2008 at 3:08 PM
panda said…
hey i have project for you. Theres a community on orkut where people post random trash poetry and appreciate it too. i'm recruiting people to infiltrate this den.its an awesome source of entertainment, if youre prepared to invest a little time in writing some bad violent rhymes.
June 22, 2008 at 5:26 PM
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