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Post by *Tuesday* on Aug 12, 2005 11:11:33 GMT
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Post by simon on Aug 12, 2005 11:38:12 GMT
last night was pretty dam good, liked the new stuff wont be to long till its stamped in my head, duno bout favourites i said spinsterd delayed but thats juts cus i lie the chorus. changed now its probibly cout outside
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Post by simon on Aug 12, 2005 11:38:59 GMT
oh and the flith that is red street
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Post by *Tuesday* on Aug 12, 2005 11:44:33 GMT
I think Red Street Alley is the hit.
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Post by pveras1 on Aug 12, 2005 12:20:44 GMT
thats coz u like alleys dont you tuesday  ? |
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Post by urshie on Aug 12, 2005 12:38:11 GMT
ooooooooooo i think thats fighting talk!!
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Post by Nathaniel vera on Aug 12, 2005 12:47:02 GMT
last nights microphone incident inspired me to this:  |
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Post by pveras1 on Aug 12, 2005 13:12:49 GMT
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin
That's what I said.
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read.
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo.
I love to sink her with my pink torpedo.
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes,
My gal's got 'em.
Big bottom,
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on monday, twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean.
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean.
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game's waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My gal's got 'em.
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?
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Post by pveras1 on Aug 12, 2005 13:16:49 GMT
Let's rock and roll
Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray
Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo risin' high
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scretching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by
by-by-byyyy
Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some cornbread
I'm turning on the tv
Joining the grange.
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Post by Nathaniel vera on Aug 12, 2005 13:25:22 GMT
the messiah exploded into a cloud of smoke. Could not find a good pic of someone going up in a cloud of smoke
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Post by Nathaniel vera on Aug 12, 2005 13:26:22 GMT
those lyrics are fucking genius
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Post by whatarogue on Aug 12, 2005 15:03:07 GMT
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Post by Nathaniel vera on Aug 12, 2005 15:13:44 GMT
excellent photos, hope you will be snapping away on saturday Sean. I was loving the t shirts, make sure that you have these home made veras t shirts on on saturday. I will also have a badge for joe.
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Post by Ryanvera on Aug 12, 2005 17:02:14 GMT
wots happenin nay
probably the first time ive ever spoke to you on the net.
its fuckin confusin man.
give me a wierd hat , beard (towell) an hoover any day
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Joe
A Rogue
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Post by Joe on Aug 12, 2005 17:03:39 GMT
Wow what can i say about last night, it was great to finally be allowed in, the bouncers gave us a hard time at first, but we agreed a pact with them, so it should see us able to get in to alot more zanzi gigs which is great news. The New material is nothing short of genuis, every track on the set list now is just amazing.
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