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Post by scfc1863 on Mar 4, 2018 15:56:40 GMT
Sink the boat - Hughes Corporation
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Post by pretzel on Mar 19, 2018 14:08:19 GMT
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Post by thegift on Mar 19, 2018 14:09:33 GMT
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kapalamaki
Spectator
Rory Delap ( 24 ) , my hero :-)
Posts: 6
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Post by kapalamaki on Mar 19, 2018 14:55:45 GMT
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Post by knowingeye on Mar 19, 2018 15:16:25 GMT
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Post by crouchpotato1 on Mar 19, 2018 15:19:34 GMT
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Post by FullerMagic on Mar 19, 2018 15:19:44 GMT
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Post by rawli on Mar 19, 2018 15:27:05 GMT
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Post by petershiltonsmini on Mar 19, 2018 15:31:55 GMT
We're fucked
By the Shit Creek Crew
It doesn't exist I just made it up🙁
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Post by Edward Tattsyrup on Mar 19, 2018 16:43:20 GMT
We're fucked By the Shit Creek Crew It doesn't exist I just made it up🙁 AAhh the Shit Creek Crew. They're the ones with Tony "Tight Fingers" Scholes thumbing the bass line. Edit: Anyone who gets "Encapsulate" in to the title of a thread deserves
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Post by ashleyscfc on Mar 19, 2018 16:48:38 GMT
Sugar we’re going down - Fall Out Boy
You’re welcome
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Post by trickydicky73 on Mar 19, 2018 19:01:26 GMT
It Was A Very Good Year.
Frank Sinatra.
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Post by Caerwrangonpotter on Mar 19, 2018 19:04:50 GMT
Gallows humour from Caerwrangon....Should be the theme we come out this season
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 19:08:38 GMT
Dog Shit - Wu Tang Clan
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Post by numpty40 on Mar 19, 2018 19:10:49 GMT
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Post by henry on Mar 19, 2018 19:11:53 GMT
Missing in action - Ernest Tubb
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 11:53:27 GMT
this disc concerns those those pouting prima-donnas found within the swelling j. arthur ranks of the sexational psycle sluts those nubile nihilists of the north circular the lean leonine leatherette lovelies of the leeds intersection luftwaffe angels locked in a pagan paradise
no cash a passion for trash the tough madonna whose cro-magnon face and crab nebular curves haunt the highways of the UK, whose harsh credo captures the collective libido like lariats their lips pushed in a neon-arc of dodgems delightfully disciplined, dumb but deluxe deliciously deliciously deranged
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
hands behind your backs in a noxious gas of cheek to cheek totalitarianism hail the psycle sluts
go go the gland gringos for the gonad a-go-go age of compulsory cunnilingusa
part two...
the dirty thirty the naughty forty the shifty fifty the filthy five zips, clips, whips and chains wait for you to arrive hell's angels by the busload stoned stupid, how they strut smoked woodbines till they're banjoed and smirk at the swedish smut
life on the straight and narrow path drives you off your nut by day you are psycopath by night you're a psycle slut
on a bsa with two bald tires you drove a million miles you cut your hair with rusty pliers and you suffer with the pillion piles you got built in obsolescence oh you got guts but you don't reach adolescence slow down psycle sluts
motor cycle michael wants to buy a tank only twenty-nine years old and he's learning how to wank yesterday he was in the groove today he's in a rut my how the moments move brut fun psycle sluts
he cacks on your originals he peepees on his boots he makes love like a footballer he dribbles before he shoots the goings on at the gang-bang ball made the citizen's tut-tut-tut but, what do you care, piss all you tell 'em psycle sluts
now your boyfriend burned his jacket ticket expired tyres are knackered knackers are tired
you can tell your tale to the gutter press get paid to peddle smut now you've ridden the road of excess that leads to the psycle sluts
or you can dine and whine on stuff that's bound to give you boils hot dogs direct from cruft's done in diesel oil or the burger joint around the bend where the meals thank christ are skimpy for you that's how the world could end not with a bang but a wimpy.
LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE
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JudgeMental
Youth Player
Your Iso-Cube is waiting.
Posts: 343
Location: MegastokeCity 1
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Post by JudgeMental on Mar 20, 2018 12:06:15 GMT
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Post by iglugluk on Mar 20, 2018 12:22:42 GMT
Guess the wheel keeps on turning......up down, round and around Inspiration for a return to The Championship
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Post by theincontinents on Mar 20, 2018 13:00:41 GMT
With luv from the other 19 PL clubs!
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Post by theincontinents on Mar 20, 2018 13:06:29 GMT
Especially for Mark Hughes
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