Dezzy

Hello Again MB Posse.

Hope you all doing Well.

It's been a while since I been amongst the community.

The posts I've made in the past have been, well frankly rubbish.

I'm looking forward to chatting to anyone who can be arsed.

It's been an interesting musical journey in this time and I've enjoyed hearing new things along the way.

Along with Reggae, Hard Dub RocknRoll & anything good really I've been excited by some new stuff i'd not heard before.

The Sounds of Brian Jonestown Massacre and several new tunes of Barrington Levy. Very different vibes but with equal wonder.

Anyway Be Happy MB. Will be cool to see you all in the various sections on here.

Cheers.

btw........feel free to welcome me with open arms.

NaNaNer

Is that where you fall asleep comfortably?

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Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

“See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn 'em. 'cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years.... rrrrrrrrreal f**kin high on drugs.”

sleepy jack

I remember youu, it has been awhile. Welcome back.

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You're so evil and I'm so good,
I'll make it up to you someday.

right-track

WOW...Welcome back Dezzy

Great to see you back again mate.

*is well pleased*

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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.

Dezzy

That is definately a favoured option NaNaNer.

That's nice of youu to say you remember me. Thanks for commenting.

It's a pleasure to see you respond to my post right-track, especially with a beer. ere are it's my round: .

Here's two more beers for Crowquill & NaNaNer:

Anyone else fancy a drink shout now as Right Track's in the chair.

Hope you doing good RT.

*is buzzin too*

right-track

I'm well Dezzy...how's yerself?
Look forward to seeing you around the boards man.

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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.