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Last of the Musicologists
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: swansea, wales, uk
Posts: 1,467
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i got the same birthday as barbera dixon...thats about it.
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My Myspace. My Bands Myspace - Please Show Some Love Here. My Youtube. My Ultimate Guitar. |
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Avin' It!
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After a quick search for 6th November.
Musicians...Pebbles...former R&B singer. Gregg Graffin...Bad Religion frontman. Glen Frey...vocals/guitar Eagles. Criminals...Jurgen Bartsch...teenage homosexual serial killer. Marc Dutroux...child murderer. Annette Zilinskas...former Bangle. (most disturbing of all)
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Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who **** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular ****ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse. |
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Whitewater!
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I've got Alanis Morisette...
I'm outta here.
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Right you lot, shut it. Strewth Fowler my son, all looks a bit pear-shaped round here or what. The govenor's talking, Saturday's game, very dodgy, very naughty, could go a little pear-shaped. If there's a rough things might be well iffy. These faces are a little bit hard, know what I mean, a little bit of oof, have some of that my son, bosh, sorted, ta ta, got me, so be clever. Good, now shut it!
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Avin' It!
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And it's goodbye from him...
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Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who **** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular ****ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse. |
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Colin Powell
David Blaine Jamie Lynn Spears ![]()
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain. Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. |
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