This one horse.... does he do good dinners?Originally posted by jay973@18 May 2003 - 22:37
But if it does go ahead,take plenty of packed lunch with you cos its a one horse village.
This one horse.... does he do good dinners?Originally posted by jay973@18 May 2003 - 22:37
But if it does go ahead,take plenty of packed lunch with you cos its a one horse village.
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
The idiosyncratic syntax of riddles interests me
for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(wayne's world bit, everyone together now)
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
/me plays air guitar whilst flinging long hair all over the place
The Sexay Half Of ABBA And Max: Freelance Plants
This one horse.... does he do good dinners? [/b][/quote]Originally posted by Proper Bo, I tell thee+18 May 2003 - 23:23--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Proper Bo, I tell thee @ 18 May 2003 - 23:23)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin--jay973@18 May 2003 - 22:37
But if it does go ahead,take plenty of packed lunch with you cos its a one horse village.
I think so,but he cant cook for thousands at a time.He owns the "stable cafe" and mr ed taught him all he knew.
/me struts round stage front in tight white trousers and yellow military style jacket,big teeth everywhere
/ him singingOriginally posted by jay973@18 May 2003 - 23:53
/me struts round stage front in tight white trousers and yellow military style jacket,big teeth everywhere
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
/strut strut
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
/takes a bow and then flashes arse to capacity crowd
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
The idiosyncratic syntax of riddles interests me
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
The idiosyncratic syntax of riddles interests me
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