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lol i was bag sitting there and when u came then i relaized that u r my enemy :P so i wanted to pk u :blink: but when u dissed me u beamed away u left the bag there thats u fault.

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lol i was bag sitting there and when u came then i relaized that u r my enemy :P so i wanted to pk u :P but when u dissed me u beamed away u left the bag there thats u fault.

haha roflol ej u nub xD thats not bagjumping when u diss and tele roflol :blink: more :):(:mace: rofl

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so dont say iam bagjumper when u r 1.

 

I usually try to watch the drama from afar, but this is kind of silly.

 

Whether I am a bagjumper or not (I'll let you decide) does not change whether you are a bagjumper or not. I am free to publicly state that you are one, as well, and it still remains true. Watch this:

 

CoKPhaY is an EL Player.

 

See, I am an EL Player and I stated you are an EL Player, and it all worked out. Same goes for bagjumper.

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At words poetic, I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best,

Instead of getting 'em off my chest,

To let 'em rest unexpressed,

I hate parading my serenading

As I'll probably miss a bar,

But if this ditty is not so pretty

At least it'll tell you

How great you are.

 

You're the top!

You're the Coliseum.

You're the top!

You're the Louver Museum.

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel bonnet,

A Shakespeare's sonnet,

You're Mickey Mouse.

You're the Nile,

You're the Tower of Pisa,

You're the smile on the Mona Lisa

I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

 

Your words poetic are not pathetic.

On the other hand, babe, you shine,

And I can feel after every line

A thrill divine

Down my spine.

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans

Might think that your song is bad,

But I got a notion

I'll second the motion

And this is what I'm going to add;

 

You're the top!

You're Mahatma Gandhi.

You're the top!

You're Napoleon Brandy.

You're the purple light

Of a summer night in Spain,

You're the National Gallery

You're Garbo's salary,

You're cellophane.

You're sublime,

You're turkey dinner,

You're the time, the time of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're an arrow collar

You're the top!

You're a Coolidge dollar,

You're the nimble tread

Of the feet of Fred Astaire,

You're an O'Neill drama,

 

You're Whistler's mama!

 

You're camembert.

 

You're a rose,

You're Inferno's Dante,

 

You're the nose

On the great Durante.

I'm just in a way,

As the French would say, "de trop".

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're a dance in Bali.

You're the top!

You're a hot tamale.

You're an angel, you,

Simply too, too, too diveen,

You're a Boticcelli,

You're Keats,

You're Shelly!

 

You're Ovaltine!

You're a boom,

You're the dam at Boulder,

You're the moon,

Over Mae West's shoulder,

I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

 

Or GOP!

 

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're a Waldorf salad.

You're the top!

You're a Berlin ballad.

You're the boats that glide

On the sleepy Zuider Zee,

You're an old Dutch master,

 

You're Lady Astor,

You're broccoli!

You're romance,

You're the steppes of Russia,

You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,

I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

 

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!..........................................A few words to my in game twin sons :whistle: (bagjumper no Way!!

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At words poetic, I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best,

Instead of getting 'em off my chest,

To let 'em rest unexpressed,

I hate parading my serenading

As I'll probably miss a bar,

But if this ditty is not so pretty

At least it'll tell you

How great you are.

 

You're the top!

You're the Coliseum.

You're the top!

You're the Louver Museum.

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss

You're a Bendel bonnet,

A Shakespeare's sonnet,

You're Mickey Mouse.

You're the Nile,

You're the Tower of Pisa,

You're the smile on the Mona Lisa

I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

 

Your words poetic are not pathetic.

On the other hand, babe, you shine,

And I can feel after every line

A thrill divine

Down my spine.

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans

Might think that your song is bad,

But I got a notion

I'll second the motion

And this is what I'm going to add;

 

You're the top!

You're Mahatma Gandhi.

You're the top!

You're Napoleon Brandy.

You're the purple light

Of a summer night in Spain,

You're the National Gallery

You're Garbo's salary,

You're cellophane.

You're sublime,

You're turkey dinner,

You're the time, the time of a Derby winner

I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're an arrow collar

You're the top!

You're a Coolidge dollar,

You're the nimble tread

Of the feet of Fred Astaire,

You're an O'Neill drama,

 

You're Whistler's mama!

 

You're camembert.

 

You're a rose,

You're Inferno's Dante,

 

You're the nose

On the great Durante.

I'm just in a way,

As the French would say, "de trop".

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're a dance in Bali.

You're the top!

You're a hot tamale.

You're an angel, you,

Simply too, too, too diveen,

You're a Boticcelli,

You're Keats,

You're Shelly!

 

You're Ovaltine!

You're a boom,

You're the dam at Boulder,

You're the moon,

Over Mae West's shoulder,

I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

 

Or GOP!

 

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top!

You're a Waldorf salad.

You're the top!

You're a Berlin ballad.

You're the boats that glide

On the sleepy Zuider Zee,

You're an old Dutch master,

 

You're Lady Astor,

You're broccoli!

You're romance,

You're the steppes of Russia,

You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,

I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

 

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!..........................................A few words to my in game twin sons B) (bagjumper no Way!!

UMMMMMMMMMMMMMM (thinks she likes EJ) :icon13:

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actually ejderha has nothing to say about me he bagjumped matteyu in nc so dont say iam bagjumper when u r 1. and nita crisps from tesco? :P

qtf, when did he Bagjump me? B)

oh, Cok, naughty boi :icon13:

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OMG matteyu isnt the real matteyu i talked to real 1 on msn and my bro did u not the matteyu iam talking 2

lol, I didnt give whoever was on Matteyu my forum account :P Anyways, I did #killme yesterday :)

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