When I worked in a record shopI answered the phone one day to a 'zany' radio presenter.
In a forrin accent he asked me if I'd heard of 'that song - funky soul brother' and proceded to 'sing' it to me.
He said, 'You must know it - it's hippety-hoppety music'.
I hung up.
(In a forrin accent he asked me if I'd heard of 'that song - funky soul brother' and proceded to 'sing' it to me.
He said, 'You must know it - it's hippety-hoppety music'.
I hung up.
Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:47,
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A friend of mine worked in an independent record shop for years.Specialised in obscure techno and that sort.
Some of the attempts along the lines of "you know the one that goes..." defied belief apparently.
(Some of the attempts along the lines of "you know the one that goes..." defied belief apparently.
barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:49,
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People gibbering in front of the counter attempting to replicate 'bleep bleep whoop whoop' noises...
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barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:53,
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*big bass drop* wump wumph wump wump vvvvvb vvvvbv vbbbb vvvb wumph wumph
prodigy69 broke b3ta and made everyone leave,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 12:01,
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Major earworm from the last couple of days....(
barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 12:14,
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It's a Vizism."Yo dawg, rock ya crib dark style with these superb flip-flops!" - Edna Spumebanks, Carlisle
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Fri 4 Mar 2011, 12:06,
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