stpd_dinosaur

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don't have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you."
          -Liam Neeson

sadcrossaint

That is n o t c o r r e c t
          
          
          
          
          B e c a u s e a c c o r d i n g t o t h e e n c y c l o p e d i a o f p l p l p l . . .
          
          According to all known laws
          of aviation,
          there is no way a bee
          should be able to fly.
          Its wings are too small to get
          its fat little body off the ground.
          The bee, of course, flies anyway
          because bees don't care
          what humans think is impossible.

stpd_dinosaur

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@Lizet_05g Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
            I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
            She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
            In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
            
            Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
            Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
            Didn't make sense not to live for fun
            Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
            So much to do, so much to see
            So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
            You'll never know if you don't go
            You'll never shine if you don't glow
            
            Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
            Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
            And all that glitters is gold
            Only shooting stars break the mold
            
            
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stpd_dinosaur

@Lizet_05g According to all known laws
            of aviation,
            
            
            there is no way a bee
            should be able to fly.
            
            
            Its wings are too small to get
            its fat little body off the ground.
            
            
            The bee, of course, flies anyway
            
            
            because bees don't care
            what humans think is impossible.
            
            
            Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
            Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
            
            
            Ooh, black and yellow!
            Let's shake it up a little.
            
            
            Barry! Breakfast is ready!
            
            
            Ooming!
            
            
            Hang on a second.
            
            
            Hello?
            
            
            - Barry?
            - Adam?
            
            
            - Oan you believe this is happening?
            - I can't. I'll pick you up.
            
            
            Looking sharp.
            
            
            Use the stairs. Your father
            paid good money for those.
            
            
            Sorry. I'm excited.
            
            
            Here's the graduate.
            We're very proud of you, son.
            
            
            A perfect report card, all B's.
            
            
            Very proud.
            
            
            Ma! I got a thing going here.
            
            
            - You got lint on your fuzz.
            - Ow! That's me!
            
            
            - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
            - Bye!
            
            
            Barry, I told you,
            stop flying in the house!
            
            
            - Hey, Adam.
            - Hey, Barry.
            
            
            - Is that fuzz gel?
            - A little. Special day, graduation.
            
            
            Never thought I'd make it.
            
            
            Three days grade school,
            three days high school.
            
            
            Those were awkward.
            
            
            Three days college. I'm glad I took
            a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
            
            
            You did come back different.
            
            
            - Hi, Barry.
            - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
            
            
            - Hear about Frankie?
            - Yeah.
            
            
            
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