(Mostly) off the interwebs yesterday only to (mostly) find out that there's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on, & given that Bloomers is the firstest Lord Mayor ever to care about dirt, he's more than welcome to take the Towering Slab's guitar army of leaf blowers. You're Chuck Mosley, you independent, you.
It's not that I don't care, only that I've nothing to add. Mosquitoes occupy the bloated, undead flesh that is the state's shambling corpse, kept vaguely upright through the darkest necromancy, of course it's gonna scratch like Lee.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Shake, yratl, & yrolle
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It will only scratch like Lee if you running commando.
Thanx for the video, never heard it and I loved it! BTW, I found your blog via Beach Bum and had to stop by.
If Yggdrasill is shakin',
It's time to make bacon.
~
mrmacrum, don't be ridiculous, I always feel swanky in my sexy unmentionables.
RC, get thee hence to a record store (do they still exist) & treat yourself to some Trick.
if, death by a thousand punches.
I still say that one good snow storm will rid the city of hippies. :)
Of course, I've been told that they'll only start a snowball fight.
((Hugs))
Laura
P.S. That song is on my last nerve for some reason... :P
The hippies can stay; now, if one good snow storm will rid the city of the hippies' drum circles (power chords, motherfuckers) along with city hall, then we've a winner.
Last nerve? That magnificence? No wonder your football only has three downs.
We're still better than you so....
Nah!
by Ysrildor's command I give yr yrocke & yrolle:
http://youtu.be/70sT1py0m-s
Come on, come on. Surrender[, bitchez]. Heaven's Falling.
All this talk of bloated flesh and necromancy is downbeat enough, but to throw in snow. Eww!
Time to listen to something upbeat and indulge in tropical-themed daydreams over a good cuo of coffee.
undead flesh that is the state's shambling corpse
Even the worse flesh-eating zombie will eventually fall apart.
laura, your better can't beat our bombs.
karl of the österreich, y knot?
jim, you un-broke the internets! And with style.
SWA, upbeat, like graffiti, and the state, kills.
BB, exactly, chunks of putrescent goo held together by desiccated tendons crashing down, pushing us into the earth.
Lee has the perfect response to Bloomers and no drum circles either:
why, why people funny bwoy
now that you reach the top
an' you turn big shot
all I have done for you
you not remember that
when you were down an' out
I used to help you out
but now that you win jackpot
you don't remember that
now that you turn big shot
bwoy you 'ave big chat
you're lucky, you're lucky, you're lucky to have rice and peas a yard
but me, poor me don't have none at all
Graves you swine!
At least we can agree on Cheap Trick.
Regards,
Tengrain
Bloomberg is no St. Francis of the Squirrels though.
susan, how much wealth has Mr. Perry created to lift everyone's media blacked-out boat? That's what I thought.
tengrain, I never agreed to that.
thatgirl, of course not, he never shows squirrels on TV.
Cheap Trick's first album is completely awesome.
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