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19 July, 2008 at 7:49 am #355292
there’s that word again
19 July, 2008 at 7:45 am #328795try this one Cath, spent ages searching for the right link…….
19 July, 2008 at 6:48 am #355096cath 55 wrote:I so wish i had not turned down caff when i had the chance……….quote]lol cath
19 July, 2008 at 6:33 am #328793@*Sian wrote:
Maybe this isn’t appropiate but I like it, it has memories with it 8) :lol:
It’s appropriate and well slack !!
cheers
19 July, 2008 at 5:50 am #328792stolen from another thread, and I don’t care.
It’s a priceless piece of work and what I would call Propa Reggae………RUBYRED IN MOTION
My mother in law,,kinda gets on my wick.
the things she says,the way she prays,
its all that wee bit sick.
as her days pass in a catholic haze.at her age,she is away with the fairys,
as she blesses Our lady and says the Hail Marys.
she ignored her religeon for 40 odd years,
ignored the call of romanian tears.never suffered fools ,she declared !
as i sat there and wept.
i was ever so scared,
as the future it crept..
so i faced her !and told her I was the love of HER sons life.
and in a secret wee bet,he made me his wife. !
was never good enough,and never princess Di,
a clown and a poet, so take it ..oh my !and she disowned him.
and later she realised she needed me too,
we took them on holiday, a family through and through.
along came the baby.put things in motion,
till the night she mentioned,, casually.., abortion. !
and i hated her.so i smiled through the years,and the thinly veiled tears,
as i watched her non smiling eyes glower.
the ill fated looks of not in her good books,
but NOT once did i ever cower.then he died.
so now,i appear,to sound ever so queer,
as i tolerate this woman so bold.
no longer the 20 something fears, but a lassie of cheers.
and a mother in law so pathetically old.and she needs me…
x
18 July, 2008 at 6:19 pm #328790@abitofmary_j wrote:
ohhh think ive posted this song else where, but my fav reggae song by eric donaldson now he’s reggae..
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=BRc9-iuvkq8
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=HTTfRcSUQQA&feature=relatedafew songs also my fav’s……
wayne wade… http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ia_iWfAGRWI
Ini KamoZe… http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=HvrYgcsC09k&feature=related
johnny osbourne……. http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=XENFADbhFnA&feature=relatedlove Marley but except u all posted his great tunes…
mary Oh mary Oh ba-bee
Don’t you know I’m in need of thee………………very nice hun x many thanks
18 July, 2008 at 6:04 pm #355116dunno about last words but if they do an autopsy, I want to hear………
“He’s Moving !”
18 July, 2008 at 5:59 pm #355243I heard that most of the pesticides used in carrot growing remained on the skin, hence the need to scrape them. Not sure about the postcode of me lamb though lol.
as Hyacinth Bucket said to her milkman………….
” Today I noticed a particularly photogenic herd of cows just on the outskirts of town. Please ensure that from tomorrow my milk comes from THOSE cows……………”
16 July, 2008 at 8:45 pm #341858rubyred wrote:awwww i kinda enjoyed reading grace dents latest.. this section appealed to me…Red combat pants, red bra, black spandex crop top with patches sliced out of it and one tit escaping, Japanese rising sun headband and latin-american ballroom dancing competition makeup. I like it when she goes in the bath and gets out with even more make-up on
Quote:lol @ my ex on tv !!
16 July, 2008 at 8:02 pm #311846@cymorill wrote:
Platonic Love
We dine at Adorno and return to my Beauvoir.
She compliments me on my Bachelard pad.
I pop in a Santayana CD and Saussure back to the couch.
On my way, I pull out two fine Kristeva wine glasses.
I pour some Merleau-Ponty and return the Aristotle to Descartes.
After pausing an Unamuno, I wrap my arm around her Hegel.
Her hair smells of wild Lukacs and Labriola.
Our small talk expands to include Dewey, Moore and Kant.
I confess to her what’s in my Eckhart. We Locke.
By this point, we’re totally Blavatsky.
We stretch out on the Schopenhauer.
She slips out of her Lyotard and I fumble with my Levi-Strauss.
She unhooks her Buber and I pull off my Spinoza.
I run my finger along her Heraclitus as she fondles my Bacon.
She stops to ask me if I brought any Kierkegaard. I nod.
We Foucault.
She lights a cigarette and compares Foucault to Lacan.
I roll over and Derrida.Curt Anderson
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