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@fastcars wrote:
Why do people make posts only to delete them again :?: Why waste all that time typing them in the first place. Is it due to drunkeness? Anger? Stress? Are they embarrassed at the crap they type once re-read? Maybe the “facts” turn out to be complete bollocks and they need to remove them before they are called to question.
Whatever the reason, it seems to be a regular occurrence of late.
So who is JC’s Queen of typing “Just Crap” :?:
ooooooooo fasty an i dint even get a single vote!!!! 8) :wink:
the beatles
You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say helloI say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don’t know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say helloWhy, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, byeOh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello
hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye I say hello
HelloHela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa@Lollipop wrote:
@cath 55 wrote:
They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I’ll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they’re coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they’re
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time… (fade out)Who sings that one?
lol such a child :roll: :roll: its a verse from a song by napoleon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnzHtm1jhL4 :lol: :lol:
They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I’ll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they’re coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they’re
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time… (fade out)@fastcars wrote:
This subject is one that has… and will be… discussed forever, and an answer will never be found. My personal view is… that the more heinous the crime the more the perpetrator should be made to suffer. Killing him/her… although not a nice thing to have to go through… is ultimately letting them off lightly. Let them live…. and induce the torment for as long as humanly possible.
well i never thought i would do this fasty but….. =D> =D> =D> =D>
the austrian guy for instance should be locked in a cellar with no light of day, and the same thing done to him as he did to his own flesh and blood!!!
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.Said – said – said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba – obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
ere, little darlin, dont shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.Said – said – said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone, I mean:
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
I said, everythings gonna be all right-a!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right, now!
Everythings gonna be all right!So, woman, no cry;
No – no, woman – woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone:No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin, say dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.Eh! (little darlin, dont shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, dont shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)@fastcars wrote:
Have you ever had the feeling you were talking to yourself.
i’m NEVER alone fasty i have a whole party going on in my head all the time hard to get a word in edgeways sometimes……. ;)
Panties
She wanted embroidered on pants and her bra
a message that told him that he’d gone too far.
A motif that told him
“If you can read this, You’re much too close, so give it a miss.”“Certainly Modom,” the saleslady said.
“In what kind of script would you like it read?
Copperplate? San Serif? Bold wouldn’t fail.”
She thought for a moment and then she said… “Braille.”Roger Wooller
Internet Men
Won’t somebody help me please
It’s getting so I’m on my knees
I’m thirty now and without a man
Out the window went my childhood planI should now be married to a sex god
But here I stand, still on my tod
I should have had a couple of kids
Reality sucks and I’m on the skids!!Without a man I feel bereft
There aren’t that many options left
And so it’s my keyboard that I stroke
To surf the net to find a bloke!!I can wait no longer on the shelf
I must move forward and by myself
So with anticipation I double click
Fingers crossed – don’t want no pr*ck!!But how do I know if they’re for real?
As they keep me guessing with their spiel
Tall, dark, handsome and very rich
Means fat, poor, lonely and a titch!!How can I find that one Mr Right
When internet dates are such a fright?
They all seem wierd – I don’t mean to moan
Maybe I’m better off on my own………..Howie
