yay!
Ive just got audience tickets for Judge Rinder!!
Ive never been this happy.
( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:15, 4 replies, latest was 10 years ago)

Judge Grindr more like!!!!

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:16, Reply)

what's that then?

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:17, Reply)

must be a gay thing
/ac
(old man river possible lesbian, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:18, Reply)

not round these gay parts

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:23, Reply)

nobody wants to go near your gay parts

(old man river possible lesbian, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:27, Reply)

yes they do, money talks!

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:34, Reply)

like Judge Judy but British and gay

( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:21, Reply)

Oh man I love Vice Versa!

( Bill Clay a.k.a. Claudio, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:21, Reply)

It's no Freaky Friday.

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:31, Reply)

Which is no Like Father, Like Son

( Bill Clay a.k.a. Claudio, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:36, Reply)

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole she bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!
( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:22, Reply)

ok

(PhillieJoe2, Fri 27 Mar 2015, 11:30, Reply)