"Go to the ends of the Earth for you, to make you feel my love..."
Who here would you go to the ends of the earth for?
Also, Bob Dylan sucks and Adele rules.
To Make You Feel My love
"Go to the ends of the Earth for you, to make you feel my love..."
Who here would you go to the ends of the earth for?
Also, Bob Dylan sucks and Adele rules.
Pretty much everybody. Everyone here is special.
Laddy. I would gladly go to your "end", to make you feel my love.Originally Posted by Laddy
Pretty much everybody. Everyone here is special.
Oh my.Someone's departing on a journey!
Why you gotta take it there bro?
I make this promise a lot but then I realize how difficult traveling really is with border control and other money issues (I don't own a boat or a plane). Basically, I would go anywhere with the person I love. I have no limits other than those imposed upon me. So if the person I love can help me get there (if you really f-ing loved me, it wouldn't be an issue), I'll go, but it's left entirely up to me, they may be waiting a while.
Comparatively, I know what I'm willing to do. I would fight through an army if I had to. That doesn't cost any money at all.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Here? No one. (Sorry)
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edit: the smurf parker
YOU COMMIE MUTANT TRAITORAlso, Bob Dylan sucks and Adele rules.
Pretty much everybody. Everyone here is special.
Awwww!
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