I
smell the hint of nipple.
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Tyronne Get To Falkirk,
Sat 9 Apr 2005, 21:20,
archived)
Ooh...
Norks: check
Snakeskin: check
Giraffe patterns: check
I'm in love!
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Dr Hotdog is considering getting shot in t'eyes with lasers,
Sat 9 Apr 2005, 21:22,
archived)
It's very badly recorded and frequently jarring
but always sung with a lot of conviction, and it has proper words and stuff (when audible).
Sort of like if Kevin Ayers had a washboard band.
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_Felix 's school of dance and occult sciences,
Sat 9 Apr 2005, 21:57,
archived)