www.lj.ru

u could assuage some of your gender imbalance worries by patronizing that london womens afl league

the formally looser version of rugby = LEAGUE

http://img.uterodemarita.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/nom1.png

so the thread that is 95% landfill becomes contemptible only when that landfill involves someone being complementary to someone else

excelsior has been majority-shit for ages, not sure why

I was actually gonna post that whole series of slugbuggy posts to horribly formed thread the other day but decided I couldn't h8 on drunken positivity

yeah I was fucking obnoxious on excelsior today and the reason I only caught shit from like 1 or 2 ppl was that everyone knows I was right <<<still obnoxious

lol pvmic lolz

^ha yes

i like slugbuggy; there but for the grace of drunk

imago r u ok

i'm getting thru ok, circumstances a bit sad tho

:( sorry to hear that

quite, courage lj

the malapropisms that most irritate are those one is condemned to repeat xps

ty folks. condemned indeed

that was xp to self

think i might update the ask treeship thread

can anyone think of good questions to ask trís

that was xp to self

compliment deficiency

afaik trís uses spotify or whatever which negates one possible question

could ask about islam maybe

ask him whether he is phobic of any arthropod species

ask him were his parents the boss of anyone

and what his weapon of choice was as a 6 year-old

ask him about arche-writing

do u have any thought on seasoned brit indie flaneur 'lawrence'?

Is it known *why*...

...he doesn't use his surname? 31.52.198.186 (talk) 03:46, 23 January 2012 (UTC)

The article doesn't really say he doesn't. It's hard to tell what, if anything, is different here compared to, say, Madonna, Elvis or Morrissey. JöG (talk) 21:19, 23 January 2013 (UTC)

He's Lawrence. That's why. End of discussion. — Preceding unsigned comment added by 12.104.195.40 (talk) 13:35, 3 June 2015 (UTC)

i don't but it isn't the best mononym i've seen

Beats Morrissey.

beats all the brazilian footballers called shit like 'jfohnson' <trenchant

possible successor here to your rather fine ethnographic research on their cispontine comrades in countertwuntery, should you dare venture across the styx and into the seas beyond

http://www.theguardian.com/football/2015/sep/10/clapton-ultras-anti-fascist-essex-senior-league-football

suggest 'countertwuntery matters'

sounds like an investigation into thamesmead fc would be both more interesting and quicker to reach

quite, quite, was thinking as much

but both trips for the full dialectics

perhaps some weekend with charlton away i'll do it

i've been told i should start a blog. seems so conceited and self-regarding but i guess it's by now arcane enough to have some independent value

nb bill buford's 'among the thugs' is on l1bg3n should u wish to consult prior tourists in such climes

you could start a website that doesn't need to be called a blog

or a youtube account

(cheers for the tip!)

http://www.theguardian.com/film/live/2015/sep/25/sam-smith-theme-tune-james-bond-film-spectre-writings-on-the-wall

these ppl are idiots.

best bond theme is You Only Live Twice, followed by Diamonds Are Forever

a pre-cover of this would be anything but devout. it might even be a trifle blasphemous!

― turrrrr, i can! (Jonbenet!), Saturday, 26 September 1996 00:21

(*LOL*)
― Momus, Sunday, April 22, 1991 5:00 PM (24 years ago)

grrr

liveblogging a bond theme unveiling is some guardian shit huh

some of these avians
my word

is momus still alive

when you type: XD
do you pronounce it "ex-dee"?

fuckwittery matters

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Let’s all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oi look there’s a chav
That means council housed and violent
He’s got a hoodie on give him a hug
On second thoughts don’t you don’t wanna get mugged
Oh sh*t too late that was kinda dumb
Whose idea was that… stupid…
He’s got some front, ain’t we all
Be the joker, play the fool
What’s politics, ain’t it all
Smoke and mirrors, April Fools
All year round, all in all
Just another brick in the wall
Get away with murder in the schools
Use four letter swear words cause we’re cool
We’re all drinkers, drug takers
Every single one of us buns the herb
Keep on believing what you read in the papers
Council estate kids, scum of the earth
Think you know how life on a council estate is,
From everything you’ve ever read about it or heard
Well it’s all true, so stay where you’re safest
There’s no need to step foot out the burbs
Truth is here, we’re all disturbed
We cheat and lie its so absurd
Feed the fear that’s what we’ve learned
Fuel the fire, let it burn

Oi! I said oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy!
We’re poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don’t come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real (yeah) because my manors ill
My manors ill
For real
Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill!

You could get lost in this concrete jungle
New builds keep springing up outta nowhere
Take the wrong turn down a one way junction
Find yourself in the hood nobody goes there
We got an Eco-friendly government,
They preserve our natural habitat
Built an entire Olympic village
Around where we live without pulling down any flats
Give us free money and we don’t pay any tax
NHS healthcare, yes please many thanks
People get stabbed round here, there’s many shanks
Nice knowing someone’s got our backs when we get attacked
Don’t bloody give me that
I’ll lose my temper
Who closed down the community centre?
I kill time there used to be a member
What will I do now until September?
School’s out, rules out, get your bloody tools out
London’s burning, I predict a riot
Fall in fall out
Who knows what it’s all about
What did that chief say? Something bout the kaisers
Kids on the street no they never miss a beat, never miss a cheap
Thrill when it comes their way
Let’s go looting
No not Luton
The high street’s closer, cover your face
And if we see any rich kids on the way
We’ll make ‘em wish they stayed inside
Here’s a charge for congestion, everybody’s gotta pay
Do what Boris does… rob them blind

Oi! I said oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We’re poor round here, run home and lock your door!
Don’t come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real (yeah) because my manors ill
My manors ill
For real
Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill!

We’ve had it with you politicians
You bloody rich kids never listen
There’s no such thing as broken Britain
We’re just bloody broke in Britain
What needs fixing is the system
Not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots on the television
You can’t put us all in prison!

Oi! I said oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We’re poor round here, run home and lock your door!
Don’t come round here no more, you could get robbed for
Real (yeah) because my manors ill
My manors ill
For real
Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill!

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