You're comparing the glacial change in English language over the last seven hundred years with this pompous, elitist, juvenile affectation? Chaucer and Shakespeare would've told B4real to knock off the idiotspeak (unless in character as a village idiot). Wise up to the dumb down.
Nice production values on this song, by the way.
Sadly, Gypsy is right. Welcome to the distracted generation that is losing it's ability to express itself with hues and depth. Attention span of gnats.
Poacher, you are a mean and petty piece of work. Your pettyness is sooooo not good for the ears . . . or eyes. Lighten up. Poacher wrote:
Poacher wrote:
Welcome to the Romeotuma Oh dear, did I touch a nerve? It is a bit like watching a schoolchild trying to carve out his place in the playground - and failing. Tell you what young man. . . ask matron to double your medication, I am sure it will help.
Didn't we already here this song - albeit another rendition - today? I was only able to type this sentence in between the violent bouts of vomiting that this song causes.
Really? You must lead an intensely charged emotional life. Blessings to you. B
Again, Ok song, but this is not the right venue for Top 40 radio tunes that you can hear in any elevator, mall or on a K-tel best of the 80's 3 a.m. mix Cd commercial.
Umm, wrong. Get the stick out of your butt and relax a little
You'll be lucky. No woman would go within bargepole length of a braindead tosser like you. The only satisfaction you'll get with that attitude is courtesy of Madam Palm and her 5 lovely sisters. And quit SHOUTING!
Only if he has the malady from "The Chrysalids". Otherwise it would be Madam Palm and her 4 lovely sisters. L.O.L.!!
Heh! Sex? That would be a "Chub" or a "Chubby". A Fatty is an over-filled hand rolled herbaceous material which is smoked. Actually, there is one group of "fatty users" who insert the fatty into the rectum, since the absorption rate via the membranes of the colon allow a more rapid entry into the blood stream than via the lungs. But, I digress. Cheers!
Yes, I've heard some people smoke that shit that way . . .
"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries...now go away or I shall taunt you a second time."
Oh boy. What you MEANT to say is "empty animal food trough waterer" You are confusing it with "you wiper of other people's bottoms!" (It's tough being a perfect being in a imperfect universe . . . sigh)
I got bad drain bamage and I don't understand what you mean in the first bit with quotes, but I agree with you about this being a great song... I always love to hear this song on Radio Paradise, which is the best radio station I have ever heard in my life...
I love you man. (but in a GOOD way) Keep on rocking in the RP world. You are soooo goood for my beards. Don't let the bastards grind you down
sorry romeo, it's just such a profound statement that I was wondering if you actually had other thoughts in your head, or just that one, in which case it would be pretty convenient to cut and paste....... say could you correct this grammar for me and then run and get me a cup of coffee, thanks.
I don't know, but Romeo is really starting to grow on me. He really, really is soooo gooood for my moooood. Rock on Romeo!
Worked so well that Pauline Porizkova popped into his life and married him. (click here) I think Ric got the last word!!
GolfRomeo wrote: I got the last word, however. I placed a voodoo curse on Rik, condemning him to a life of eternal ugliness and musical purgatory. It seems to have worked.
Worked so well that Pauline Porizkova popped into his life and married him.
Can you please place a voodoo curse on me? Please? Please!!
