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@pete wrote:
@*Sian wrote:
@pete wrote:
man puts winky in woman stuff comes out and swims to egg woman grows baby not woman marries man who was a woman but man/woman gets pregnant with a turkey baster has child that aint gonna have a clue later on starts company called Define Normal …well not these two thats for certain
You sound like my dad :P :lol:
what time do you call this ?
Algernon!
Soft Machine…LAND OF COCKAYNE
@sir Actor wrote:
How can you play drums with a fag in your mouth ffs?
The same way that Elton John plays piano with a fag in his mouth..usually David Furnish..
And it was as big at the finish as it was at the start. :evil:
I doubt that very much, given what I’ve heard about Elton’s alleged weeny lunchbox!I hate and loathe all Bonds – characters and films. Maybe this dates back to the time when big sis made me sit through Dr. No twice at our local Odeon cinema (I lost interest once the kia-ora and jelly babies had run out) and when we got home late that night, the parents had the police out looking for us.
We didn’t half get walloped!
@rubyred wrote:
Nanny Pumped ! ….. no big deal and i thought i was geting away with my farting habits..
a drill went off upstairs. and my wee grandson announced ” nanny pumped” thing is i did !! LOL but his daddys family are all sunday school teachers etc.. !
and bless Nannys farting and a pumping ! all over the land :)
You’re even immortalised in emoticon…
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The Court Of The Crimson King.
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.Got every Beatles L.P. ever produced. Still reeling from the theft of my original White Album, when I lived in shared student digs.
Couple of favourites (the first one was also brilliantly covered by Robert Palmer.)
The Fab Four with..
NOT A SECOND TIME@sharongooner wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
One cannot comprehend what happened to the other 7%.
ffs, your well posh! what you doin hanging round this corner of the world Essy?! :lol:
One is the secret love child of Prince Philip and Stephen Fry, however, one unfortunately copped for Stephen’s genitalia and Phil’s brains. I’m a mutant ladyboy with an urge to insult complete strangers. Need one say more?
One cannot comprehend what happened to the other 7%.
Back to some music, and the fantastic FRANK ZAPPA with..
