greetings, all

Bring on the anal

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Defend The Indefensible: The Lyrics to 'I Predict A Riot'

Indeed. And please never write like that sentence again.

hi, anal obsessive just like the rest of you, 57, going into a mental ward for stabbing my wife with with a pair of scissors, love cricket, footie (soccer), listening to the voices in my head, writing threatening letters to female celebrities, being darkly amusing, the completed works of legendary murderer Fred West, favourite music includes both Swing out Sister AND Simply Red, neither of whom are shite, Curiosity Killed The Cat, Terrance Trent Darby, Prefab Sprout, The Beautiful south (all-too easily dismissed, actually. I have more to say about them at some point), ...etc etc etc...
above all, however, i'm one crazy customer :D :D :D :D so get ready for some madnessssss!!!!! ;-)

(that last sentence was parody)

Don't knock Prefab Sprout. Or Swing out sister actually.

(that last parody was shit)

http://www.external-identity.com/images/stingray/stingray-leather-hobo-handbag.jpg

the shit

Please never begin a setence again

sentence

The setence that died of shae.

Great thrad

Please never begin a setence again

-- DJ Mencap, Thursday, 18 October 2007 11:24 (

HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR

great tings, all

great zings we.

less zings, more hugs

Ù_Ú

louis j >>>>> max r

^^^^ The post that had to be made.

cancer >>>>> max r

I'm serious as max r when I say rhythm is a dancer.

me = cancer ;_;

Yeah, but look on the bright side of things, at least you're not max r.

a guy walks into a doctor's office. the doctor runs some tests and comes back. "i've got some bad news. you have cancer, and you have alzheimer's." the guy sits there for a moment, taking it in, and then brightens and says, "well hey at least i don't have louis jagger".

weak

max r = cancer + alzheimer's + two broken legs

^^ the narcissism of small differences

good revive

as a ILX newcomer the louis jagger bit goes completely over my head

nude spock too

If you're willing to wade through it, this thread kind of explains it.

i have no recollection of my march 2007 revive.

the narcissism of small differences

there's a pretty sizeable difference between over-earnest buffoonery and outright trolling.

Mark Clemente: basically, I plunged straight into ILX aged 19 without bothering to check in my retardedness at reception, and have since lived to regret/enjoy it. Nude Spock is a paranoid nutjob who's banned from the entire site, yet often finds ways to return and post yet more self-important, accusatory twaddle, under tediously unsubtle disguises.

luckily now that youre 20 youve checked your retardedness at reception

it has been checked and approved. my status as limey-retard-in-general is safe, despite this 'max r' threat (discounted on grounds of trollery).

yeah no, don't worry about him, you're fine

ah that most british of gifts, cheeky self-deprecation : )

ach there always has to be the extra nail in the chest, the extra boot in the ruck. a fairly rusty nail and a fairly lumpen boot at that.

(that last sentence was parody)

Where do you go, my lovely
Where do you go
I wanna know, my lovely, I wanna know

Where do you go, oh oh eh oh
I wanna know, oh oh eh oh
Where do you go, oh oh eh oh...
I wanna know

You leave without a word, no message, no number
And now my head is pounding like rolling thunder
You left me with a heartache deep inside
Girl you should see me cry all night, and I wonder

Everybody says, what a shame, what is wrong
They don't like the game we play
Heard you're hanging round every night until dawn
I'm waiting for you night and day
[repeat 1]

You gotta break the silence, don't keep me waiting
Just like a river flowing to the sea
You're running back to me
Come hear what I'm saying

Where do you go, My Lovely
I wanna know

Where do you go, oh oh oh...
Where do you go, oh oh oh...
I wanna know
Where do you, where do you go?...

Save me...

Come back and dry the tears, I cried for you baby
You've gotta stop this heartache deep inside
You've gotta help me make it through the night safely
Come back and save me
[rpt 1, 1...]

PS: Kill all (radical) Muslims

i didn't realize that louis had been sonned by a rudimentary google search a mere 3 hours into his ilx existence

Main Entry:
fore·shad·ow
Pronunciation:
\-ˈsha-(ˌ)dō\
Function:
transitive verb
Date:
1577
: to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand : prefigure
— fore·shad·ow·er \-də-wər\ noun

Fuck you, Dom. I thought I'd managed to completely erase that song from my memory.

OK, I can help:

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Louis Jagere
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=hjVwvyHUHUc

haha, that kid's fucking brilliant!

I kinda think he deserves his own thread, really.

elcucuyfeox (8 minutes ago) Show Hide Marked as spam

Jim Ross Jr.

that kid seems awesome! we should invite him to ILF.