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# *lost*
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:30, archived)
# theres an upright missing,


oh wait no, she's sat on it.
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:32, archived)
# nope all uprights are present and correct i believe...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:32, archived)
# wouldnt know
i cant count
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:34, archived)
# i wouldn't know either....
i'd just assume not

some creature nailed upon the coloured door of time, insane teacher bit her reminded of the rhyme, they'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify, political ends and sub remain will die...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:37, archived)
# get your hands off of my woman
mother fucker.......
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:39, archived)
# it's too close to home,
it's too close to the bone...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:41, archived)
# yogi's knob is long and green
cu-cum cu-cum
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:42, archived)
# daiseeee,
daiseee
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:42, archived)
# rhythm is a dancer
you can feel it, you can feel it
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:43, archived)
# That one really made
me laugh, and hence broke the cycle. If I add another song here, it will only be a futile attempt... although
they're justified, and they're ancient...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:46, archived)
# (and they drive an ice cream van........)


My lovely horse, running through the (hang on i can get this) fieeeld....
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:47, archived)
# oooh
He ducks, he dives and he throws down the gauntlet with "my lovely horse"...
What can Stickman offer in return...

Froggy went a' courtin' he did ride, a-hum, a-hum...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:49, archived)
# and its no, nay, never
aggrhhhh, chooo, arse

no nay never no more
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:53, archived)
# sadly, this
banter must end, we are about to drop off the page.
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:55, archived)
# i win
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:56, archived)
# you'd think so,
wouldn't you.
mwahahahahahahahahaha
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:58, archived)
# do you have to let it linger
do you have to, do you have to
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:05, archived)
# Have you seen her?
have you heard?
The way she plays, there are no words...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:08, archived)
# i sing myself to sleep, a song from the darkest hour........
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:13, archived)
# Some people stand in the darkness,
afraid to look into the light...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:17, archived)
# Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,
The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:21, archived)
# I want to run,
I want to hide.
I want to tear down the walls,
that hold me inside.
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:24, archived)
# i win on this one
Well, she wore big knickers,
And she worked on t' sewage farm,
I got me 'and down 'er jeans an'
I nearly lost half me arm.
But after ten pints,
Looked quite fit,
Couldn't wait to get me hands
On her flabby tits.
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty,
So I said slap that and ride the ripples,
I've just got to get me gob
'Round her inverted nipples.
She had a massive arse
And sweatty breasts,
Thirty eight inch,
She were a mound of flesh.
Sweatty Betty, she eats a lot of pies,
Sweatty Betty, she's got enormous thighs,
Sweatty Betty, have you smelt her breath,
Sweatty Betty, she'll crush a man to death.
And I knew that she wanted me fer shag 'er,
So I stabbed 'er cunt with me mutton dagger,
I couldn't believe the spots on her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum.
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty.
'An I've seen real Maccicians gerroff 'ome
But you know me, I'll shag endless buer.
Sweatty Betty, she eats a lot of chips,
Sweatty Betty, she's got massive tits,
Sweatty Betty, she's got a huge vagina,
Sweatty Betty, you'd fit a bus inside 'er.
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, she's so obscene,
Sweatty Betty, it doesn't matter to me.
Sweatty Betty, she's like a lump of lard,
Sweatty Betty, she makes me willy hard.
England's Glory
Shut up and listen,
I'm gonna tell thee a story,
About me trip down south,
To the crotch of England's glory.
Took some Dombies and a Bod can,
To make me fell at home,
I'm going down London,
Dig up paving stones.
Got to London half past six,
And I wished I'd never come,
'Cos there's puffs down 'ere
Drinkin' halves of larger,
Without notes from their mum's.
No gravy at the chippy,
And what's a savaloy?
Every pub were full of boring
Isling bottom boys.
We are all just simple lads,
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
An' a wife at home to fuck.
If I live to be forty,
I'll never understand,
Why they're up 'till eleven,
To drink beer that's second-hand.
Dialling 0625 on the telephone,
I shouts "pull us a pint of bitter ale
The night I'm comin' home."
We are all just simple lads,
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
And a wife at home to fuck.
Yeah, we are all just simple lads
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
And a wife at home to fuck.
(repeat)
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:28, archived)
# I can't
beat
that
kind
of
recital
power
...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 22:29, archived)
# i bet she did...
(, Wed 31 Mar 2004, 21:33, archived)