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Whooty Who is the sound of friends, mostly siblings, enjoying cigars, alcohol and telling white lies!
Benny’s having a Whooty Who!!! Anyone going?
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more
Can't you see that it's late at night?
I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling right
All I wish is to be alone
Stay away, don't you invade my home
Best off if you hang outside
Don't come in, I'll only run and hide
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor
If he hears, he'll knock all day
I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay
I've done no harm, I keep to myself
There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health
I like it here with my childhood friend
Here they come, those feelings again
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Is it the man come to take me away?
Why do they follow me?
It's not the future that I can see
It's just my fantasy
Yeah
Who? Who? Who?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Who can it be now?
Oh, oh, oh
Who can it be now?
Oh we oh
Who can it, who can it
Oh, who can it be now?
Oh, we, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Often a question asked in the hit game League of Legends. It occurs when a player encounters an enemy who is quite far ahead due to a large number of kills often gotten from 1 source.
one of my favorite acting choices in the world
aladdin: who are you?
genie: who am ah?
It was a cold snowy November morning...a friend picked me up from my estate. We grabbed some food and entered a nearby hipster coffee shop. While playing catch up, a man got hit by a truck. Everyone in the crowded coffee shop stopped typing poetry on their Mac book and looked up. What they saw was horrifying; blood everywhere, truck shattered on the ground. After the paramedics arrived and pronounced him dead on the scene. We all decided we had to go back to our poetry and overpriced espresso. A few minutes later, the mans son fell off the second story and he was still going strong. The barista was in a bad mood after all the craziness and while trying to get a refill on my Bianca white mocha he was being extremely rude. With much despair...the words rang from my mouth “who shit in your Oreos.”
Me: cheer up
Friend: go type your poetry and I hope your flannel rips.
Me: well “who shit in your Oreos”
Lucas is a ginger and red human being responsible for Half of all global warming due to his redness.
You know lucas? No, Who is Lucas!