Poor, Poor Sherman.

[chalice]

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. :dabs:

Christ knows she tried her best to slot herself in.

Spurned, she hovers around the peripheries, venting sputum and her usual inept half-English vitriol.

We hear her knocking, but she can't come in.

Poor, poor Sherman.

Fuck sake, people, give her a break. :no:

[JPaul]

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. :dabs:

Christ knows she tried her best to slot herself in.

Spurned, she hovers around the peripheries, venting sputum and her usual inept half-English vitriol.

We hear her knocking, but she can't come in.

Poor, poor Sherman.

Fuck sake, people, give her a break. :no:

:whoosh:

[chalice]

The Fleeing Cow.

[The Flying Cow]

Hahah.

Indeed. It's hard to believe I read all that in the other thread.

A waste of time.

[JPaul]

Is Sherman the cow. :blink:

[chalice]

Sherman is the cow and also the village shitestain.

You remember her, shirley.

[The Flying Cow]

The cow is Sherman.

http://filesharingtalk.com/vb3/f-lounge-10/t--325112

[The Flying Cow]

Sherman is the cow and also the village shitestain.

You remember her, shirley.

Alright, alright C. I can take a message when I see it.

I'll leave.

[chalice]

I don't want you to leave, Sherms. Really.

Stop being a fucking pussy twat, is what I want you to do.

Stop writing convoluted shite is what I want you to do. I know you can.

Your posts read like you're trying far too fucking hard. Be yourself and stop being a fucking knob-end. I can't speak for the rest of the lounge, but it would stop me giving you a hard time all the time.

Or suit your fucking self, like.

[The Flying Cow]

...I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't
then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio won't even play my jam.

[chalice]

I was gonna take the time to sit down
And write you a little poem
But from of the dome would probably be a little more,
More suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars,
This ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it,
I'ma start right here by just be brief-a
'Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you
On my arm, but what do I go and do?
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

[The Flying Cow]

A poet, before the fall.

[chalice]

Don't judge one song off of an upcoming album on the rest of it.

If the album's shite, then fair enough, but you can't decree his 'fall' before you've heard the rest, cawk.

[The Flying Cow]

I mean he's already fallen as far as I'm concerned.

Encore was a joke compared to his first 4.

[chalice]

Bollocks.

Listen to 'My First Single' and tell me that that's not the most intricate, lyrically inventive, poetically diverse song he's ever created, like.

[Skweeky]

Stop listening to shite music, both of you. Fuck sake.

[Rat Faced]

Is Fuck throwing a strop?