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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Flav is a great frontman - D is just a preachy knobend.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:00, Reply)
But he has terrible flow. He's no Mos Def or Rakim in those stakes, but he is Chuck fucking D.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:03, Reply)
Honestly listen to him objectively - he is a shit MC with a boring, styleless monotone voice.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:05, Reply)
And with him it is all about power and righteous fury.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:07, Reply)
An event in Leeds, as long threatened - not a quiz though.
It's on the calendar and could yet turn out to comprise myself and Woodside discussing Thomas Pynchon.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:11, Reply)
My man - you actually ARE suave. That's a very suave statement.
Monte Carlo, presumably.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 18:51, Reply)
It has to be awarded, not self-proclaimed.
I might withdraw my award if I learn that you're going to Benidorm.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:04, Reply)
No, I'm not suave. Country Gent, I'd style myself.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:26, Reply)
On the way back from Leeds last week I got chatting to a couple of Canadian students- very very hot indeed. My opening gambit was my suaveness.
Some youngster across the carriage was shooting me enviable looks as I chatted them up. I was very impressive.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:37, Reply)
Leeds - York. 27 miles, 25 minutes.
Not conclusive evidence, I'm afraid.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:41, Reply)
I advised them where to go in York for archaeology lulz, we discussed academia and they were bedazzled by my charms. They were also unbelievably hot and only 19.
Two of them. Putty in my hands dude. Pure putty.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:46, Reply)
Who was the fastest fucking dog in the world.
A border terrier/lab cross - best dog I've ever owned and I still miss him.
Thing is, if he saw a rabbit in a field he'd go for it, and 50% of the time he'd catch it. But then the lab instinct kicked in and he'd drop it.
This is a laboured analogy.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:51, Reply)
They were gorgeous, lithe and clearly tighter than a Scotsman impersonating a Yorkshireman. And they thought I was a) gorgeous b) charming c)funny and d) charming.
I win on all counts.
(, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 19:54, Reply)
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