Definitions by White Sox Rule
vindicated
a kick ass song by Dashboard Confessional that first came out like two months ago, but now is going to be butchered by all the pop radio stations who will label it as the top "new" song within the next few weeks
vindicated by White Sox Rule June 24, 2004
under[brood]
under[brood] by White Sox Rule June 21, 2004
spreewells
1. Latrell Spreewell's family
2. A type of rim that wanksters and wiggers keep going on and on about.
2. A type of rim that wanksters and wiggers keep going on and on about.
1. The Spreewell's went to the Staples Center to watch Latrell's Timberwolves lose to the Lakers.
2. The-rich-white-kid-who-wanted-to-live-in-the-ghetto-so-he-could-seem-black jacked off to the thought about getting spreewells on his "ghetto" Escalade to show the African American people at his school that he was a "nigga" too.
2. The-rich-white-kid-who-wanted-to-live-in-the-ghetto-so-he-could-seem-black jacked off to the thought about getting spreewells on his "ghetto" Escalade to show the African American people at his school that he was a "nigga" too.
spreewells by White Sox Rule June 19, 2004
Ethernet
Ethernet by White Sox Rule June 17, 2004
sucks to be you
sucks to be you by White Sox Rule June 14, 2004
fantasy racing
The worst of all fantasy sports because almost no one plays it since all racing fans are rednecks, and none own a computer.
fantasy racing is such a waste of bandwidth on Yahoo since all rednecks are too busy shooting African Americans and sexxing up their sisters to play it.
fantasy racing by White Sox Rule June 14, 2004
Hurt
I hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear my crown of s**t
On my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
to see if i still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear my crown of s**t
On my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Hurt by White Sox Rule June 8, 2004