Post count means nothing?

[Darkness]

nothing at all.

Heh. Didn't know you wuz a Ronan Keating fan. Here ya go:

WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing


Chorus:

The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all


All alone I can hear people talking outloud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine


The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all


The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all..

 

[Sir Osis of Liver]

EH? What happened? Why the Energy Drain?

*waits fearfully to discover his new post count score*

The hivemind thread deletion attack that savagely reduced our post counts? How could you forget such a traumatic event? Ah, i think i lost around 2 or 3 thousand posts.

 

[Robbert Raets]

Bunch of wusses! A real man is judged by the merit of what he says, not by how much he says!

 

[orbitalfreak]

Heh. Didn't know you wuz a Ronan Keating fan. Here ya go:

Surely, you mean Keith Whitley?

*edit*
Apparently I rolled over the 500 mark recently. Woohoo!!!!
...
er, I mean, Postcount means nothing, yeah, that's it, nothing...

 

[Sir Osis of Liver]

Bunch of wusses! A real man is judged by the merit of what he says, not by how much he says!

Nah, quantity over quality. Which would you rather have a million dollars or just one really clean crisp one?

 

[Crothian]

Still means nothing......

 

[Robbert Raets]

Nah, quantity over quality. Which would you rather have a million dollars or just one really clean crisp one?

That's an illegal comparison! If you give a kid the choice between ten dimes and a ten-dollar bill, s/he'll go for the dimes!

 

[Angcuru]

Nah, quantity over quality. Which would you rather have a million dollars or just one really clean crisp one?

What you DON'T know is that said million bucks was in monopoly money muahahahahahaaaaaaa!.......I'd still take it, since I could make a nifty suit out of them and sell it on Ebay for a nice chunk o' change.

 

[jdavis]

I was just wondering if post count meant anything?

(closing in on 1500 myself, do I get a free gift?)

 

[Hand of Evil]

Heh. Didn't know you wuz a Ronan Keating fan. Here ya go:

Good bye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other
Since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and abcs
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Good bye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are
Singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

Good bye papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

Good bye papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are
Singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

Yeah yeah yeah

Good bye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and
Helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground

Good bye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are
Singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone