I know my momma loves me
I know my poppa loves me
I know the camera loves me
I can tell my brother loves me
I know that Boston loves
And San Francisco loves me
I love the city back,
I just can't help it, it's so lovely

I'm in my lucky underwear, i'm feeling debonair
If it's a lonely trip to heaven, I'm already there
I'm in the bedroom i'm like stepping like I'm Fred Astaire
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy Bear
When I was twelve I'd leave my door open a crack
afraid if getting busted sneaking porno on my mac
I guess I was a freak
Until I got caught last week
(who's been loving you?)
I was reading Booker T, I threw the book at me
I go for the lookers but they never look at me
I would get a hooker if I could unhook her bra
I'd be looking soft as soon as she took her top. off
let's go rolling in a broken winnebago
stop and smoke a bowl out of a hollowed out potato
It's hash now, but it's hash browns soon
(who's been loving you?)

I know that Jesus loves me
I know that buddha loves
The fucking easter Bunny
and the ghost of gandhi love me
I know that santa loves me
I think my Aunties love me
I know my Grandma loved me
she thought I was handsome trust me

this insanity, that's heredity
it's my family, we can let it be
wish I pretended that mom and dad are dead to me
But i love my dad, that motherfucker read to me
my first words were "where's the love?"
mad smug, assed up on a bearskin rug
fashodo, mom'll show you the photo
(who's been loving you?)
I do embarassing better
I could wear a pink sweater
with a pair of slick pleather pants
derelicte e-va-ry day and it's well known
that I hop off stage with my cell phone
fake a dropped call when everybody's near me
and shout "I love you mom!" so everybody hears me
I need to and true nothing new but
(who's been loving you?)

Even though I owe them money
I think it's pretty likely
that my whole family loves me
My lovers tend to like me
I know my homies love me
My teachers loved to hate me
The haters love to fuck with me
the fickle love me lately

I'm a percussionist. I never knew guitar
it's cheesy, but I'm stunting like a superstar
it's easy man I'm hopping out a moving car
call me weezy cause I'm coughing at the hookah bar
I don't do cigars, but I got hella game
I can make a lady out of styling gel and cellophane
so you can yell my name, I make the bed frame move
(who's been loving you?)
me and my better friends are heading to the town strip
if they don't let us in we'll never take roundtrip
because I took an hour picking out my outfit
and then I took another slicking down a cowlick
and I like house sitting, but fuck it now's different
I'm going out and there ain't a bouncer for cowtipping
So I'ma tear this joint up
And i'ma party till the hoofs point up
(who's been loving you?)

this is for Charles Barkley
This is for Poison Ivy
This it's for Draco Malfoy
And it's for Bill O'Reilly
This is for Ned Mencia
It's for the corporate lawyers
it's for the backseat drivers
And for my friend Ann Coulter

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So with you on the sauce. When I was with my Korean girlfriend, I found mondu to be quite different flavor-wise. I think mondu tends to have different stuff in it, like cellophane noodles and some sort of herb or vegetation that made it different. Not my favorite, but still good. I'm pretty much obsessed with stuffed dumplings in all of it's forms from the pasties of northern Michigan, to Empenadas, to my beloved potstickers and gyoza.

Crap... Now I'm starving for some good dim sum.

Thought you might like this http://www.videosift.com/video/Kashmir-Cellophane I think it's awesome.

Intro is one verse and one chorus.
Verse 1
G                     C
There she goes in her raincoat
         Am           Em    &n
bsp;   Hm
bringing out all the darkest of skies
G                       C
And I know that I can't walk along
           Am            Em &n
bsp;        Hm 
'cause the murder is for real in her eyes

Chorus
     D
Cellophane
Am7          C              &n
bsp;   D
is doing us part, it's a crying vain
          Am7          C    &n
bsp;          D
Cause I'm judging your darts, throwing stains
Am7             F           Em
         C
The colors that you love to keep

Verse 2
There's a little bit of death
In every mad goodbye, we say
But thank god there's still morning air in her wake
showing up the next day

Chorus
Cellophane
I'll Leave the good things and go insane
Hang to dry from a string, Who's to blame?
As I can recall, there were two of us

Bridge
Em                        &nbs
p; G
Ohh what a waste there goes everything
Em                   G
This is not where we should have been
        C   Am       F      &n
bsp;            Em
This is not where we should have been
        D
This is not the end

"solo" just play the verse

Chorus
Cellophane
I'll Leave the good things and go insane
Hang to dry from a string, Who's to blame?
As I can recall, there were two of us

Missed the cellophane wrapper S superman threw at the bad guys... now that was ummm... nevermind.

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>> ^quantumushroom:
"I'm a Level 5 Vegan -- I won't eat anything that casts a shadow."


So let's see- cellophane noodles, clear bullion, vegetarian jello ...

>> ^gwiz665:
Plus there is the whole "a whale is a thinking animal" argument.


If it has a brain, you can't eat it?

Doesn't that exclude every single animal in existence? Are whales smarter than pigs? How do you know? Are we in some way better for killing the "dumbest" animals?

Plus, this is only gruesome to people that have only seen food in supermarkets, wrapped in cellophane.

Upvoted, with prejudice.

She's dumb as a box of rocks and transparent as cellophane, but she still turns my crank.

pfft, babies are ignorant, if you play any unusual annoying sound, like a Sarah Palin interview or humming the star spangled banner into a cellophane covered comb, they're stupified into silence.

In the 1920's the Du Pont company developed and patented fuel additives such as tetraethyl lead, as well as the sulfate and sulfite processes for manufacture of pulp paper and numerous new synthetic products such as nylon, cellophane, and other plastics. At the same time other companies were developing synthetic products from renewable biomass resources--especially hemp. The hemp decorticator promised to eliminate much of the need for wood-pulp paper, thus threatening to drastically reduce the value of the vast timberlands still owned by Hearst. Ford and other companies were already promising to make every product from cannabis carbohydrates that was currently currently being made from petroleum hydrocarbons. In response, from 1935 to 1937, Du Pont lobbied the chief counsel of the Treasury Department, Herman Oliphant, for the prohibition of cannabis, assuring him that Du Pont's synthetic petrochemicals (such as urethane) could replace hemp seed oil in the marketplace.

William Randolf Hearst hated minorities, and he used his chain of newspapers to aggravate racial tensions at every opportunity. Hearst especially hated Mexicans. Hearst papers portrayed Mexicans as lazy, degenerate, and violent, and as marijuana smokers and job stealers. The real motive behind this prejudice may well have been that Hearst had lost 800,000 acres of prime timberland to the rebel Pancho Villa, suggesting that Hearst's racism was fueled by Mexican threat to his empire.


Just another FYI:
Peter Bensinger is a former head of the DEA. He and his partner Robert DuPont (former Director of NIDA) created Bensinger, DuPont & Associates, which profits from selling drug war related consulting and testing services.

fuck you, zod! eat cellophane!

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Kneel before the power of Zod!

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@perse: Not at all, in my experience I really don't think lube will have an effect that way. If the condom's way too big or if buddy is trying to fuck with a soft-on, then it might come off (regardless of lube), otherwise no.

As long as we're on the subject of condom size, there's zero need for the 'dome to be skintight. Guys: There's supposed to be a slight bit of movement between it and your cock. If it's on there tight like shrink-wrapped cellophane on a supermarket canteloupe and doesn't shift at all when you give it a stroke, 1) it won't feel particularly good, and 2) equally important, a snug condom is a condom that's much more likely to break. (Let me emphasize however that it shouldn't be so loose that it just slides off if you grab the tip and pull, else it might come off inside your special friend, as perse noted.)

Seriously, with some lube and the right fit, condoms don't suck much; sex feels almost as good as bareback, rather than a pale shadow of itself. Nobody should think they have to choose between safe sex and good sex.