He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
>Dayshift at peak hours is basically Facebook
Don't forget the 65 post shills. Seems I have half the bread filtered.
>I've been watching you.
No, that ain't Martha Quinn, kek.
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
We've got nothing to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us
Sample and Hold
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 110
Disposition: Even
Mood Code: Rotary Adjustable
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the angry one
A new design, new design.