A: only when he dances gay

Q: Belgian ale or a nut brown english

A: now thats a hard one... id go for any =)

Q: <¨)/ ?

A. Only on weekends.
Q. There are aliens or there are none?

A: would be an awful waste of space if there werent...

Q: T?

A: never. what do you think i am, british?
Q: how do you feel about mornings?

A: Pretty good usually.

Q: What's better Bacardi or Canadian Club?

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A: nyeh... none =) coke all the way ^_^

Q: why does my harddrive continiously make a sound that sounds like a small engine?

A: Because it's going to EXPLODE!!!
Q: How many bread crumbs are there on the dish in front of me??

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All Hyperstate 1999 tracklists here.
Please help me identify these tunes: 1, 2, 3, 4, Hs99 IDs.

quote:

Originally posted by HyperFreak A: Because it's going to EXPLODE!!! Q: How many bread crumbs are there on the dish in front of me??

A) 420!
Q) Nightclubs or underground/illegal raves?

A. Illegal raves (esp. when 65 cops bust in the middle of a tight set and then the jackasses start to get into fist fights with the cops, and get there ass beat)

Q. If you could make peace on earth "forever", would you go to hell for eternity?

quote:

Originally posted by breakinbeats Q. If you could make peace on earth "forever", would you go to hell for eternity?

no fucking way.

Q: Why does anything exist?

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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.

A: I dont think anyone would judge you that harshly for that...

Q: whiskey or scotch