View Full Version : Patience.

03-29-2005, 07:22 PM
Hey the song patience by Guns N' Roses is a great song but what exactly is the song about?

03-29-2005, 07:23 PM
Have you ever heard of the section called 'Other Bands'?

03-29-2005, 08:13 PM
Honestly. At first I didnt really care, but your posts are really starting to piss me off...

03-29-2005, 08:18 PM
Mmmm. Pie. I love pie. I love my mom and dad, but I do love pie. Pie comes in so many flavors. Mmmm. Pie. Chocolate. Pumpkin. Apple. Cherry. Aaaah. Pies of all different kinds.

I sat down with my pie. Ah yes. My pie. I was about to take a bite when (GASP) MY PIE WAS GONE! It had disappeared right in front of my face. "Who took my pie?" I asked. Nobody in the house. "WHO TOOK MY PIE?" I screamed out my window. "WHOOOOO?"

I went to my phone. "I'll call Jon....Jon, it's Tom. Did you take my pie? No? Ok thanks buddy." None of my friends took my pie. I called them all. Where is my pie? I cannot live without my pie. I must have my pie. I was determined to have my pie. I will have my pie. My pie will be mine.

I walked outside. I saw my neighbor. "Did you take my pie?" I asked.
"Nope. I didn't take your pie. Sorry Tom." Alas, he hadn't taken my pie. I walked down the street to see a jogger.
"Excuse me mister, did you take my pie?" I edged closer.
"Uuuhh, no. I didn't take your pie." He replied.
"LIAR!" I screamed. "LIARS ALWAYS HESITATE." He then rode off. I went to the town square and saw a homeless man. "Did you take my pie?" I asked him.
"Nope. No pie here." He said as he walked off laughing hilariously.
"Who has my pie?" I screamed aloud.
"I know who took your pie." This man approached me. "Someone very important. Hope that helps." He disappears in a puff of air.
"Weird. Alas! I know who has my pie! Someone important....oh yes. The Mayor!" I said to myself as I ran to his office. "Mr. Mayor, do you have my pie?" I asked him.
"Sorry, son, I don't." He replies.
"But the man said someone important would have it." I cried.
"Why not talk to Senator Feinstein? She's more important than me." He smiled weakly. Yes. Feinstein. She is sure to have it. I ran to Washington DC where she was in a senate meeting.
"SENATOR FEINSTEIN!" I yelled from across the room. "Do you have my pie?"
"No, sorry Tom." She replied. "Here, take this anti-gun bumper sticker!" she tossed it to me.
"Gee thanks, Dianne." I said as I left. Who is more important than the senator? Oh yes! Schwazennegar! The governor. He is important, and he must have my pie. I ran to Sacramento as fast as I could. I barged into his office. "Mr. Schw....Schw....Schwarziginger! Do you have my pie?" I asked looking hopeful.
"No, I do not have any pie. No pie. There is no pie in my office. Get out! Get out now!" He screamed pointing at the door.
"Sheesh, fine." I said. Now who is more important than the governor? The Vice President! YES! "Dick Dick Dick!" I yelled as I ran into his office. "Do you have my pie?"
"Sorry kid, uhh, no pie here hehe." He kind of laughs as he turns around to eat his lunch...which was probably PIE! Chicken pot pie though. Oh well. I went to the oval office.
"Mr. President? Do you have my pie?" I asked.
"We have reason to believe that Iraq possess your pie." He replied.
"Iraq??" I ask again.
"Iraq." So I got on a plane to Baghdad. I went to see the Minister of Information.
"Excuse me Mr. Information. Do you have my pie here?" I ask.
"No. There is no pie in Baghdad. The pie is lost in the desert. It cannot read a compass. It is retarded." He replies.
"The desert?" I ask. He points me out. I head south into the desert. I walk for days and days. Finally, I hit the Kuwait border and collapsed...dead.

Suddenly, I was in heaven. It actually looked more like a field of mud, and everyone was playing in it, including Jesus. The J man walks over to me. Not what I expected. His skin was actually green. Turns out they killed him because his skin was green. Go figure. I ask him, "Do you have my pie?"
"Yep." He says, revealing my pie.
"Woohoo!" I scream as I dig in. I spit it out. "This pie tastes terrible!"
"Yep." Your mom forgot to put in sugar. He grins.
"Oh. Why didn't you just tell me so I didn't go through all that?" I ask him.
"Guy's gotta have fun, bro. You really don't know how stupid you look right now dude.
"...Jesus...you are one cruel man." I smile and shake my head.
"C'mon, lets go throw mud balls at Hitler." He grins as we float into the never ending field of mud.
"Does heaven have the internet?" I asked.
"Yep." Jesus says.
"So I can still look up porn online?"
"Dude, it wouldn't be heaven without porn."
I sighed a relieved sigh.

03-29-2005, 08:21 PM
you're fucking tripping....

03-30-2005, 05:17 AM
Zack is fast becoming one of the most annoying posters here. Though, he should be happy that he'll never be THE most annoying poster. That honour will forever lie with foxy.

04-18-2005, 10:40 AM
Zack is fast becoming one of the most annoying posters here. Though, he should be happy that he'll never be THE most annoying poster. That honour will forever lie with foxy.

yeah, he's getting to be like me