Where's your head at?

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wannabe

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No seriously, where's your head at?

Between your shoulders I presume. Having an aligned head is key to accurate health. Is it in the clouds?

How bout with the stars? No, not Hollywood, but constellations rather? That'd be outrageous, you could pretend to be Lance Bass then.

On second thought, having a head is pretty crucial. Say at job interviews; a head is in your best interest.

Currently my head is somewhere betweem Saitama and Suwon, cursing EST to hell. That will happen to ya.

Losing your head can and will happen as well. An AMOR group in front of our van witnessed someone actually lose their head by a city bus. Poor fellow, it was very unfortunate - honestly.

One to seven terrabytes are held within your head I recently read. That rhymes, and you know it.

To have the head to create such a diddy would be grand. Where's Your Head At, well stuck underneath a pile of Dieselboy currently.
 
nice to read some nonsensical stuff from ya boy!

btw, thats song is awesome! especially the vid
 
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"


He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.


"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe


*loveth* carrol
 
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Saffron? Curmodgeon? Cardemum? Xylophone? Ennui? Bludgeon? Rotund? Emote? Zirconia? Tercheary? Prolific? Trilibite?
 
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