Friday, November 9, 2007

A Messayge

...for the Carnstrarction Worghairs





Keess. My. Ass.

4 comments:

  1. I might have something to answer to that. But then again not......

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  3. Wise move, Estorbito. Sensor them bastards with big mouths... ;-)

    Speaking of which...

    "... Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up; others are works of inspiration, of poetry; and it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs to say my last goodbye to a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes, sayin', I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket are ready to blow, in this town of men with big mouths and no guts; the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion, leapin' under my wheels as I careered out of Longwood on my way to you waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue. I said, thank you girl, thank you girl, I'll love you till the end of the world, with your eyes black as coal, and your long, dark curls... "

    [Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds]

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  4. Ummmmmm...

    Beence, can I ged you a dreenk ob wader?

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