Cemetery
Quiet locations where you can locate such famous people as Michael Jackson, Marlon Brando, Heath Ledger, Farrah Fawcett and Smitty Werbenyegermanjenson
I'm going to the cemetery to try and find that guy from the Spongebob cartoon, wanna come along?
cemetery
Something that people are dying to get into.
Look, it's the cemetery. I bet people are dying to get in there.
cemetery
place where all dem dead people sleep
i burried grama pearl in the cemetery
cemetery
A girl who's had an abortion
me nuh care fe sandra, she ah walking cemetery
Cemetery Gates
Song by Pantera. Seven minutes long, fifth track of Cowboys from Hell. Often considered one of the greatest songs by Pantera.
The lyrics of Cemetery Gates:
Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
What's within our plans for life?
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery Gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the Cemetery Gates
Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
What's within our plans for life?
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery Gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the Cemetery Gates
Gnarlington cemetery
Large burial ground/necropolis privately owned by legendary, tiger-blooded, immortal American actor Charlie Sheen in which any fallen members of his paranormal 'violent love', F-18 equipped militia, known as "the Octagon" are laid to rest. The Sheenian equivalent of Valhalla. Gnarlington is so RADICAL that normal, loser minds cannot comprehend it, and risk turning into a exploded body over which their children will weep. Only the (Duh!) Winning or Bi-Winning are permitted to enter.
So far, only a handful** of fire-breathing-fisted, earthworm-defeating, Vatican Assassin Warlocks are buried here, of which one, Denise Richards, is a former High Priest Vatican Assassin Warlock. It's pretty lonely down there, but you know, THEY SURE LIKE THE VIEW, ALEX.
**: Given Sheen's unlimited appeal and Bitching Rockstar from Mars status, one would expect more than just a few - this is readily explainable by the fact that as Sheen cogently explains, death is for pussies, like Thomas Jefferson. A loser at the end of a loser life, with ugly wife and ugly children. He didn't hang out with two smoking hotties and fly around the world.
But what does rhyme with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be him. He works for the Pope, he murders people. He is the drug known as Charlie Sheen.
So far, only a handful** of fire-breathing-fisted, earthworm-defeating, Vatican Assassin Warlocks are buried here, of which one, Denise Richards, is a former High Priest Vatican Assassin Warlock. It's pretty lonely down there, but you know, THEY SURE LIKE THE VIEW, ALEX.
**: Given Sheen's unlimited appeal and Bitching Rockstar from Mars status, one would expect more than just a few - this is readily explainable by the fact that as Sheen cogently explains, death is for pussies, like Thomas Jefferson. A loser at the end of a loser life, with ugly wife and ugly children. He didn't hang out with two smoking hotties and fly around the world.
But what does rhyme with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be him. He works for the Pope, he murders people. He is the drug known as Charlie Sheen.
"Guys, it's right there in the thing, duh! We work for the Pope, we murder people. We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be? What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other Gnarly Gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes."
Charlie Sheen on warlocks earning themselves a place at Gnarlington cemetery.
Charlie Sheen on warlocks earning themselves a place at Gnarlington cemetery.
cemetery pockets
A metaphorical noun that describes a drug dealer as wealthy because he has so much money he must hide it, usually by digging a hole underground. The term is generally used by people of African descent and was popularized by OJ Da Juiceman. Drug dealers bury their large sums of money in hidden locations because if they got caught selling drugs (normally crack cocaine), their money would be seized by the law. They do not have the option of putting it in banks as that would attract suspicion, nor can they keep all their money in one place (like at the trap house), so they dig holes and hide their shit.
That negro got cemetery pockets, son.
I wish I had cemetery pockets like that black man OJ Da Juiceman.
I wish I had cemetery pockets like that black man OJ Da Juiceman.