One hell of a ride.
Loud and Uncouth
What IS wrong with you? You think I don't like Springstein?
All us Rednecks know what we like!!
Next thing you'll think I don't ride a Harley.
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
One hell of a ride.
How long have you got?Originally Posted by scumdog
Loud and Uncouth
Hours, fuckin' hours, I bet my cop problems beat your salesman one-eyed problems!!!
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
One hell of a ride.
No contest. Knocks over King.Hours, fuckin' hours, I bet my cop problems beat your salesman one-eyed problems!!!
Salesman?.....artist and designer thanks...and if you believe that, I have some great news on Queensland Holiday investments.
Loud and Uncouth
Cop? Hmm, well I have a large bridge for sale down here!!
I'm off for a shot at fallow deer in the morning - you sell as many bikes as you want eh?? - and I bet you I have as many deer as you have bikes!!
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
Sir Cumference
Bastage.......I'm going to fix the fire alarm at the Dunedin sewerage treatment plant. Wanna swap???????
Can I believe the magic of your size... (The Shirelles)
Loud and Uncouth
Not on your 'effig nellie!!!!!
Let you know how it went!!
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
Forum whore
Yeah,I'm devestated that Springteen is not bringing his Harley to New Plymouth in november,seeing Springer on the half miles was gunna be the high point of my life....
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
LOOK.. ZOMBIES!
The Gay Ski Weekend package?
( i think he was talking to me dude.. the whole one-eyed salesman thing gives it away..i hear that happens when you start getting old..)
Aargh, photos!
Surely we could send Alarumba away on that?
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Forum whore
And now - getting back to the music...
While Mr S is undoubtably a wonderful performer he is a stellar songwriter and really, thats where he had his first success. (although I doubt I will EVER forgive him for 'The Rising' which just plain sucked and was made to look even stupider by Steve earles 'Jerusalem'.
One treasure I do have (after being introduced to it by a friends LP) is a few CD's of cover versions of Springsteen songs. Without his unmistakeable performance style, some of these songs really shine...
I think the albums are called 'One up one down' and 'Cover me'...
Cheers
unless you can prove it.
"Hey little girl is your daddy home?
Did he go and leave you all alone?
MMMMMMMMM
I've got a bad desire
ohowow I'm on fire"
Perv.
This weeks international insult is in Malayalam:
Thavalayolee
You Frog Fucker
The Sharif don't like it!
On that note........
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
-Indy
Hey, kids! Captain Hero here with Getting Laid Tip 213 - The Backrub Buddy!
Find a chick who’s just been dumped and comfort her by massaging her shoulders, and soon, she’ll be massaging your prostate.
One hell of a ride.
What have the Police got to do with it?
57 CHANNELS (AND NOTHIN' ON)
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly
If we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbin' the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
Fifty-seven channels and nothin'
LOST IN THE FLOOD
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
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