THIS SIG LIMIT SUCKS

E-Fed accomplishments:
1-Time (Current) United States Heavyweight Champion; Omega; WWF:Revolt
1-Time (Current) European Champion; John Morrison; WWF:Revolt

I'm a fan of
The Legend Killer- Randy Orton
The Unique/Extreme/Charismatic Enigma - Jeff Hardy
Mr. Monday Nights, The Whole F'n Show - RVD
The Showstopper, The Headliner, The Main Event - Shawn Michaels
The Man Who Will Not Die, Version 1.0 (V1)  - Matt Hardy
The Ultimate Opportunist - Edge
The Instant Classic - Christian
The Doctor of Thuganomics - John Cena (rapper)
The Guru of Greatness - John Morrison
Raw is Jericho! - Chris Jericho
The Legacy, born better - Cody Rhodes
The Big Red Machine - Kane
The Legendary Phenom - The Undertaker
"Air" Bourne - Evan Bourne
I'm not saying, I'm just sayin' - Gregory Helms
The Gold Standard - Shelton Benjamin
She's Got The Legs - Stacy Keibler

I dislike/hate:
The PG era
MVP
Batista
Hornswoggle
Triple H
Michelle McCool
CM Punk

I wanna thank Jeff for literally breaking his back for the sake of our business day in and day out. The fans should think him for all of the unselfish entertainment he has provided them in the past. Jeff would be the first person to admit he's not perfect-but his love to make children happy, and to make adults "OHH" and "AHH" as he performs for them is second to none. And I mean NONE! Jeff has always been respectful towards his fans, and the majority of fans have respect for him. For any of those "know it all guys" of the IWC that don't respect Jeff Hardy-you're all hypocritical ****es. Period. Jeff made one of your favorites, CM Punk, a legitimate main-eventer on Jeff's way out the door. So maybe you can at least find respect in that fact.

Best. Blog. Ever.

Will always be a Jeff Hardy fan no matter what happens.

Not removing until WWE reinstates Armageddon and drops the new crappy themed PPVs. (Breaking Point is fine, but the other two is just too much)
Not removing until RAW stops ruining all wrestlers (Who is not named John Cena, Batista or Triple H) and Triple H to stop burying superstars.
Not removing until WWE brings back the Cruiserweight title and drop the joke of a title called Divas title.
Not removing until the PG era is gone.

WWE Go For The Gold V2

Cody Rhodes -

Ted Dibiase -

"We know a remote farm in Lincolnshire, where Mrs. Buckley lives. Every July, peas grow there." Do you really mean that?
Yeah, so in other words, I'd-I'd start half a second lat...
Don't you think you really want to say July over the snow? Isn't that the fun of it?
It's-it-if you could-if you could make it almost when that shot disappears, it'll make much...
I think it's so nice that you see a snow covered field and say, Every July, peas grow there. "We know a remote farm, in Lincolnshire, where Mrs. Buckley lives. Every July, peas grow there." We aren't even in the fields, you see.
Yeah, we aren't.
We're talking about 'em growing, and she's picked 'em.
Yeah.
What?
On "in July."
I don't understand you then. When must, what must be over for July?
Um, when we get out of that snowy field.
But I was out. We were onto a can of peas, a big dish of peas when I said "in July".
Well, I'm sorry...
Yes, always! I'm always p-past that!
You are.
Yes! Well that's about where I say "in July."
Could you emphasize a bit "In", "In July"?
Why? That doesn't make any sense. Sorry. There's no known way of saying an English sentence in which you begin a sentence with "in" and emphasize it. Get me a jury and show me how you can say "In July" and I'll go down on you. That's just idiotic, if you'll forgive me by saying so. That's just stupid... "In July"; I'd love to know how you emphasize "In" in "In July". Impossible! Meaningless!
I think all they were thinking about was that they didn't want
to-
He isn't thinking.
Can we just do one last-
Yeah?
It was my fault. I said "in July". If you could leave "every July"...
You didn't say it, he said it. Your friend. "Every July?"
So, after the shot-
No, you don't really mean "every July". But that's a, that's bad copy, it's "in July", it, of course it's "every July". There's too much directing around here. Norway. Fish fingers, Nor... Findus Norway. "We know a certain fjord in Norway, near where the cod gather in great shoals. There, Janst, ah, Stangeland, ****.
A fraction more on that "shoals" thing, because you rolled it around very nicely.
Yeah, roll it round and I have no more time. You don't know what I'm up against. Because it's full of, of, of things that are only correct because they're grammatical, but they're tough on the ear, you see. This is a very wearying one. It's unpleasant to read. Unrewarding. "Because Findus freeze the cod at sea, and then add a crumb-crisp" Ooh, "crumb-crisp coating." Ahh,
that's tough, "crumb-crisp coating." I think, no, because of the way it's written, you need to break it up, because it's not, it's not as conversationally written. What?
Take "crumb" out.
Take "crumb" out. Good. Here, under protest, is beefburgers. "We know a little place in the American Far West, where Charlie Briggs chops up the finest prairie-fed beef and tastes. This is a lot of ****, you know that. You want one more? One more on the beef?
You missed the first "beef", actually, completely.
What do you mean missed it?
You were emphasizing "prairie-fed"...
But you can't emphasize "beef", that's like his wanting me to emphasize "in" before "July"! Come on, fellows, you're losing your heads! I wouldn't direct any living actor like this in Shakespeare! The way you do this, it's impossible!
You did six last year, and by far and away the best, and I know the reason-
The right reading for this is the one I'm giving it.
At the moment.
I spend... twenty times more for you people than any other commercial I've ever made. You are such pests! Now what is it you want? In your... depths of your ignorance, what is it you want? Whatever it is you want, I can't deliver, 'cause I just don't see it.
That was absolutely fine, it really was.
It isn't worth it. No money is worth this.....



THE DREAMERS---They are the
architects of greatness. Their vision
lies within their souls. They never see
the mirages of Fact, but peer beyond
the veils and mists of doubt and pierce
the walls of unborn Time.


Makers of empire, they have fought for
bigger things than crowns and higher
seats than thrones.



They are the Argonauts, the seekers of
the priceless fleece--The Truth.
Through all the ages they have heard
the voice of destiny call to them from
the unknown vasts.


Their brains have wrought all human
miracles. In lace of stone their spires
stab the Old World's skies and with
their golden crosses kiss the sun.


They are the chosen few…the blazers of
the way, who never wear a doubt's
bandage on their eyes…who starve and
chill and hurt, but hold to courage and
to hope, because they know that there
is always proof of truth for them who
try--that only cowardice and lack of
faith can keep the seeker from his
chosen goal, but if his heart be strong
and if he dream enough and dream it
hard enough, he can attain, no matter
where men failed before.


Walls crumble and the empires fall.
The tidal  wave sweeps from  the sea
and  tears a fortress from its rocks.
The rotting  nations drop off  Time's
bough,  and only  things  the dreamers
make  live  on.


They are the Eternal Conquerors
their vassals are the years.



As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez.
Breakin' a stick
with a brick on the sand.
Ridin' a wave
In the wake of an old sedan.

Sleepin' alone in the
Drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that
Fell from my love,
Deep in my dreams and I
Still hear her callin'
"If you're alone,
I'll come home."

Backward and homebound,
The pigeon, the dove,
Gone withe the wind
And the rain, on an airplane.
Owning a home
With no silver spoon,
I'm drinking champagne
Like a good tycoon.

Sooner than wait for
A break in the weather,
I'll gather my far-flung
Thoughts together.
Speeding away
On the wind of a new day.
And if you're alone
I'll come home.

And I pause for a while
By a country style
And listen to the things they say.
Diggin' for gold
With a hoe in my hand.
Open a book
Take a look at the way things stand.

And you're leading me down
To the place by the sea.
I hear your soft voice
Calling to me.
Making a date for
Later by phone
And if you're alone
I'll come home.


Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She rather handsome, we kind looked the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "Heave!", and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't tell he so, no, no, no

Well, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way,
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no

[Speed up tempo][Instrumental Solos]

Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She rather handsome, we kind looked the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "Heave!", and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't tell he so, no, no, no

Well, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way,
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her
Well, we made a stop in Alburquerque
She must'a thought I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train, and put her hands up
Lokin' so good I couldn't let her go
But I just could't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her


Yeah, c'mon.

(Yell)

When the music's over,
When the music's over, yeah,
When the music's over,
Turn out the lights.
Turn out the lights.
Turn out the lights, yeah-ahhh

When the music's over,
When the music's over,
When the music's over,
Turn out the lights!
Turn out the lights!
Turn out the lights!

When the music is your special friend,
Dance on fire, if you intend.
Music is your only friend,
Until the end.
Until the end.
Until the end.

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection.
Send my credentials to the House of Detention.
I got some friends inside.

The face in the mirror won't stop.
The girl in the window won't drop.
A feast of friends,
"Alive" she cried,
"Waitin' for me outside!"

Before I sink into the big sleep,
I want to hear,
I want to hear,
Ther scream of the butterfly.

Come back baby,
Back into my arm.
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around.
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground.
I hear a very gentle sound.
Very near, yet very far,
Very soft, yet very clear.
Come today,
Come today.

What have they done to the Earth?
What have they done to our Fair SIster?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her,
Stuck her with knives in the side of dawn,
And tied heer with fences,
And dragged her down.

I hear a very gentle sound.
With your ear to the ground.
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now.
Now?
(Yells)Now!

Persian night, babe.
See the light, babe.
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music's over,
When the music's over, yeahhh.
When the music's over,
Turn out the lights!
Turn out the lights!
Turn out the lights!

When the music is your special friend,
Dance on fire, if you intend.
Music is your only friend,
Until the end.
Until the end.
Until the end.

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a littler clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be always gonna be there anyway.

Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
lokking forwardto a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stone together makes the sparks ignite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be cought who wouldn't bite
But  you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.

Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

(Repeat chorus).



I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

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