|1.||Write it on a flyer.|
a popular phrase in Japanese BBSs that is used to warn a member not to post a provocative message
You can’t troll here. Write it on a flyer.
used in Japanese BBSs to refer to a sad message which will be deleted by the poster to conceal his own jibaku; named after a JET from Tennessee, USA
Dai: Jibaku? Are you deleting all of your messages again? Yes or No?!
David: It's strange that the keyboard automatically and repeatedly types characters, "paranoia nutter looney."
Dai: Give your answer to the simple question.
David: The OS displays a Delete button and not Yes and No buttons in any dialogbox. Why does the mouse click on a Delete button automatically?
Dai: ... Tennessee Elegy. Dance a waltz!
When you've taken some good ecstasy and your eyes go all wiggly on you. Happens when you're peaking. Makes it really hard to read or write anything.
At that "Are You Experienced?" party by Children of the Sun, Bill got the eye wiggles for the first time when he tried to use a Sharpie to write his email address on a brightly colored flyer, to give to somebody. The combination of blacklight, fluorescent paper, and good e made it virtually impossible to do.
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag
so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium
My rap's hold a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
RE: DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy
Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately
Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity
Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you
You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo
cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality like Xerox
Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops
Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives
Now the wives is widows soakin up pillows, weepin like willows