|
|||||||
| Register | Blogging | Search | Today's Posts | Mark Forums Read |
Welcome to Music Banter Forum! Make sure to register - it's free and very quick! You have to register before you can post and participate in our discussions with over 17,000 other registered members. After you create your free account, you will be able to customize many options, you will have the full access to over 300,000 posts.![]() |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
|
|
|||
|
Like Friend like Lover!
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: In a house...
Posts: 34
|
Quote:
Quote:
I have ALOT. I just have to remember them. But it always seem that when there is a big crownd I fall down the stairs...
__________________
It breaks my heart.
We’ve applied mascara to the radio, But that’s just a quick fix and we need a little more. Does it matter to you at all? Are you listening? Or have you tuned out? Get by. Get gone. Get high. Get wronged. |
||
|
|
|
|
|
||
|
picadilly palare.
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Oakland
Posts: 1,263
|
Quote:
this might come as a suprise to you, but i think that you have a bladder problem. but thats cool.
__________________
sous les pavés, la plage! |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Avin' It!
|
It was my 21st birthday and very wasted, my so called mates tied me to a lamp post and dropped my jeans to my ankles... in city centre Manchester on a very busy Saturday...very cold November night... stark bollock naked...and left me there.
The Police were very understanding. Oh, and some girls passing took photographs.
__________________
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. |
|
|
|
![]() |
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
|
|