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Post by mike1921 on Sept 2, 2008 10:41:56 GMT -5
Me? No, it's not. but my friend made a variation of it that mad it so it's about drugs and pregnancy. It goes like this WARNING, may be a little distasteful but it's not explicit enough where I'd care enough to not post it. Jack and Jill went up a hill to smoke some marijuana Jack got high and dropped his fly and said "do you wanna" Jill said yes and dropped her dress and then they had some fun but jack forgot the condom, so now they have a son |
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Post by stardragonsword on Sept 2, 2008 14:07:06 GMT -5
This might be inappropriate, with the subject of thinking about it... but... "She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes." WHAT?  omg... My old english teacher said that one interpretation of that song is about the end of the world...at least with the version she showed us in her class... She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes). She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes). She'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain , She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes. (when she comes). (The same deal is repeated with the rest of the verses...) She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, etc. Oh we'll all come out to meet her when she comes, etc. We will kill the old red rooster when she comes, etc. We'll be havin' chicken and dumplings when she comes, etc. We'll all be shoutin' "Halleluja" when she comes, etc. Contrast this to the original lyrics of "When the Chariot Comes": O, who will drive the chariot When she comes? O, who will drive the chariot When she comes? O, who will drive the chariot, O, who will drive the chariot, O, who will drive the chariot When she comes? King Jesus, he'll be driver when she comes, When she comes . . . . She'll be loaded with bright Angels When she comes . . . . She will neither rock nor totter, When she comes . . . . She will run so level and steady, When she comes . . . . She will take us to the portals, When she comes . . |
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Post by tiaramaki on Sept 2, 2008 15:31:23 GMT -5
Hush-a-bye, baby,
in the tree top.
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
cradle and all.Perhaps this qualifies. In my perspective, this rhyme says "death by child abuse". <___< Maybe, maybe not. |
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omg...
