Just a little bit depressed

It's Halloween time, and once again Linus spends the evening waiting in the pumpkin patch for The Great Pumpkin" to show up with gifts.

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December 9, 2004: In one of the greatest last minute comebacks in NBA History, Tracy McGrady took the Houston Rockets on his back and beat the San Antonio Spurs. This was the game where T-Mac earned his Rockets' uniform.

JIMMY BUFFET AND ALAN JACKSON SINGS MARGARITAVILLE

--Lyrics-- love and hate get it wrong she cut me right back down to size sleep the day let it fade who was there to take your place no one knows never will mostly me but mostly you what do you say do you do when it all comes down cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this all this time there is no blame only shame when you beg you just complain the more i come the more i try all police are paranoid so am i so's the future so are you be a creature what do you say do you do when it all comes down cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah yeah yeah i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this all this time shoot up, shoot up, shoot up you're high love and hate get it wrong she cut me right down to size sleep the day let it fade who was there to take your place no one knows never will mostly me but mostly you what do you say do ya do when it all comes down cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah yeah yeah i don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this all this time why did you (9x) comedown i don't want to come back down from this cloud this cloud (8x) *I do not own the rights to this song Bush - Come Down audio and lyrics are the property and copyright of their owners.

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A movie clip I made for a music of The Cranberries...

Betting on sports with Sonny Vega.

Betting on sports with Sonny Vega.

The Best Of 1992-2002 Discografia The Cranberies: UNCERTAIN -- 1991 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GTDZRUI9 EVERY BODY ELSE IS DOING IT, SO WHY CAN'T WE? -- 1992 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=APKINOLG NO NEED TO ARGUE -- 1994 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=T4D63R89 TO THE DEPARTED -- 1996 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EBOLZJBJ BURY THE HATCHET- 1999 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=CRTPFOWL Beneath the Skin (Live in Paris) http://www.4shared.com/file/26018358/f9317343/The_Cranberries_-_Beneath_the_Skin__Live_in_Paris__part1.html http://www.4shared.com/file/26019119/516235da/The_Cranberries_-_Beneath_the_Skin__Live_in_Paris__part2.html http://www.4shared.com/file/26020379/3e147368/The_Cranberries_-_Beneath_the_Skin__Live_in_Paris__part3.html

How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left Life goes on [Verse One] As I bail through the empty halls Breath stinkin' in my drawls Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin by It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me Two in the morning and we still high assed out Screamin thug till I die before I passed out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinkin I don't wanna die all alone But now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin memories I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin Hennessy While tryin to make it last I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed Cause life goes on [Chorus] How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left And life goes on [Verse Two] Yeah nigga I got the word as hell Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole Imagine life as a convict that's gettin old Plus with the drama we're lookin out for your baby's mama Takin risks, while keepin cheap tricks from gettin on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gamin on dumb hotties at chill parties Me and you no true a two While scheming on hits and gettin tricks That maybe we can slide into But now you buried Rest nigga cause I ain't worried Eyes blurried, sayin goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball till my dyin days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die [Chorus] How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left And life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left Cause life goes on [Verse Three] Bury me smilin, with G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know From way before Kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and pen So I can write about my life of sin A coupla bottles of gin incase I don't get in Tell all my people I'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die We outlaws let me ride Until I get free I live my life in the fast lane got police chasin me To my niggas from old blocks from old crews Niggas that guided me through back in the old school Pour out some liquor have a toast for the homies See we both gotta die but you chose to go before me And brothers miss you while you're gone You left your nigga on his own, how long we moan Life goes on [Chorus: Repeats to end] How many brothers fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on [Voice over chorus] Life goes on homie Gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin life Niggas doin 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me, I feel ya You know what I mean Last year We poured out liquor for you This year nigga, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks Give players plenty space And basicaly just represent for you baby Next time you see your niggas You're gonna be on top nigga They gonna be like, Goddamn, them niggas came up That's right baby Life goes on And we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin when we get up there man Don't front

The Bran Flakes - Meadow http://www.thebranflakes.com From the album "Hey Won't Somebody Come and Play" (1999) - Song title "Riddle"

Male enhancement through the ages...funny.

Kyle best freind Jake The Dog

My job basically consists of masking my contempt for my work colleagues and at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about the life that doesn't so closely resemble hell! Doesn't time fly when you're distracted by life? One day you're at school hanging out with your mates and then you realise that you need some money, so you get a job. You think it's only temporary, but then you get a promotion, and then a raise and all these doors open for you. But they are not really doors -- they are trap doors. All of a sudden 15 years zip by and your thinking "is this all I have to my life?" I'm 31 years old and despite all that I have been through in life so far all I see are missed opportunities. The experiences, the moments, the things that could have been but weren't. Here I am, I'm healthy, I have few worries in life, I'm reasonably wise, but instead of bouncing out of bed in the morning happy to be alive, I open my eyes and think "oh fuck not another day, will I ever feel anything new again?" Every morning I wake up to relive the same excruciating pattern of existence over and over again, and everyday I hope that a trigger can be found to free myself from the pain. I don't just want more out of life, I just want something out of it -- ANYTHING! The prospect to live in the perfect moment with everything filled with promise just for one day. But every time that I think I have found the lowest point imaginable I find a basement door. I can feel myself teetering on the abyss of becoming a depressed social outcast. My only ambition to lay unconscious on a cold wet floor confined in utter solitude, slowly detaching myself from reality and the responsibilities that it demands. With each passing day I get the feeling that the universe has cocked the "fuck with me" gun yet again -- BANG! I'm thinking that it is just best to give up on everything -- oh, and stop biting my nails as they look terrible.