― N., Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Pete, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Nicole, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Nicole, you've got no poetry in your soul.
― Ageing W Coast acid-rock fan, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― CarsmileSteve, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Pompatis (sic) of love
― David, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tracer Hand, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Touch upon the booty it was soft as a Twinkie But since it was stinky Wouldn't touch it with my pinky She was moving up and down Like a stair-climbing Slinkie.*
The third line is infuriating because YOU JUST SAID YOU TOUCHED IT!
* Kwame, "It's the Man We All Know and Love"
― |\|`!`+`5`u`h, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― bnw, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I also know all the lyrics to John Kettley is a Weatherman by A Tribe of Toffs.
― ailsa (ailsa), Saturday, 4 September 2004 12:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― ailsa (ailsa), Saturday, 4 September 2004 12:30 (nineteen years ago) link
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Saturday, 4 September 2004 12:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― Tantrum The Cat (Tantrum The Cat), Saturday, 4 September 2004 13:09 (nineteen years ago) link
― Ernest P. (ernestp), Sunday, 5 September 2004 01:08 (nineteen years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Sunday, 5 September 2004 01:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Sunday, 5 September 2004 01:16 (nineteen years ago) link