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cheers Wilms x

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:D

Sartre just makes me feel suicidal. He wasn’t nice to his women. But I did like the geezer who wrote ‘Mack the Knife’ to his missus Lotte Lenya.

think it was Kurt Cobain . . . . . . .

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parmesan cheese, a signed photo of Mosley, stolen Bunty annuals, any book about bridges, some silicone, the QPR-millwall programme from 1982, a very old scottish penny, my great-grandfathers underwear and a book on Shamanism.

The possibilities are endless . . . . . . . .

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1971, although it may have been my auntie’s. We were most comparable in digits.
When did you last stick broccoli in your lughole while warbling ‘Puppet on a String’ ?

hey we’ve all done it, don’t be shy . . . . . . . . .

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only a fool would freebase dimethyltryptamine in the winter. I’m talking about some new kind of uninvented moron, never seen before. You need the sweet sounds, colours and true smells of an English Summer to really get those important 7th and 8th senses aroused adequately. When roses are in bloom and those impertinent daffs have fooked right off.

I hate replying to pikey; its not so much the words but having to tie the bloody cravate first.

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Load up on guns,
Bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s overboard self assured
Oh no I know, a dirty word.

Hello, hello, hello, hello?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, how low, how low?
Hello, hello, hello.

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
i feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulato!
An Albino!
A mosquito!
My libido!
Yay! Hey! Yay!

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, hello?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, how low, how low?
Hello, hello, hello.

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulato!
An Albino!
A mosquito!
My libido!
Yay! Hey! Yay!

(Solo)

And I forget just why I taste –
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, hello?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, how low, how low?
Hello, hello, hello.

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mullato!
An albino!
A mosquito!
My libido!

A denial!(x9)

[toybulldog]

8-[ 8-[

[toybulldog]

A nice story, from the early stages of the Great War. They thought they’d be home by Xmas and it never happened again.

Both sides then proceeded to shell eachother to bits in a land of mud. Because they simply had no choice.

At the end of the second ‘great’ war most people had had enough and our great leader Churchill was kicked out.

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The homeless will survive.

I shall print off your words Bob the Builder and get to wrapping A4 sheets of paper around them this instant.
Aye, that should do it.

Why is this site specialising in cretins ?

[toybulldog]

@jen_jen wrote:

You might say that, I couldn’t possibly comment….

But you do Jen, and eloquently so.

It’s like the abnormal kid upsetting the rest of the class. Does it need all this much attention or do the needs of the other children predominate ?

:D

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