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I’m in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three latheWent down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: ‘You’re too smart for here’
I said: ‘I’ll see the manager’He was the manager
Eat y’self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y’self fitterAnalytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop offI met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell yaCharmed to meet ya
Eat y’self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y’self fitterBecame a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screenWhere’s the cursor?
Where’s the eraser?
Where’s the cursor?
Where’s the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-OWhat’s a computer?
Eat y’self fitter
What’s a computer?
Eat y’self fitterThe Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance (x3)Mit-Dem! (x3)
Don’t wanna be a mit-dem! (x4)Pick the fleas mister
Eat y’self fitter
Eat y’self fitter?
Eat y’self fitterWho tells you what
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what’ll you do when the rental’s up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to…Eat each other
Eat y’self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y’self fitter(Eat y’self fitter)
Portly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured (x4)Mit-dem
Don’t wanna be a mid-dem (x4)The centimeter square
Eat y’self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y’self fitter(Eat y’self fitter)
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Time is a healer.
Each drizzly dawn and subsequent sunset add one new perspective that you can’t possibly have imagined at the actual time of loss. Maybe in other solar systems but certainly not in this one.
For this we then feel an added guilt, that we are in some way being disrespectful to the departed, by the simple matter of getting on with our own lives. I think that we should throw this added guilt, the fact that we can’t bring back our loved ones, into the rubbish bins. Councils have arranged collection every fortnight.
The memories remain, the laughter and tears stay truly stored in our memory banks, and the departed renew alive every single time we think of them, almost as if they were in front of us right now.
They lived through seasons that you too are about to face. Celebrate that , and their lives too while you’re at it, and smile.
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are you mad ? are you that seriously deludingly crazy ?
Every Post Ever Made was an attempt to claim the MHG, I’ve read a billion posts of self-serving shyte such as yours, but I want more; and forgive me JL but some of us don’t play by such antiquated rules, and look forward to the 22nd Century where grovelling in the moral low ground is really the only place to be.
That’s where the roses grow my friend, while you’re busy struggling to be everybody else according to this year’s rules of second-hand Political Correctness.
True Individuality counts for more than anything, and I’m really quite tired of people trying to be Nick fuc.kin Clegg.
Celebrate your weaknesses and your common humanity, and stop the petty sniping at Chat Guides who share what you and I share.
Rant over
…erm………I have a dream
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then we can cut out the middle man, forego any attempts at moral high ground and accept good advice accordingly.
Or not.
then we can cut out the middle man, forego any attempts at moral high ground and accept good advice accordingly.
Or not.
@j_in_france wrote:
Is this the new game in the forum three chat room?
This afternoon Helen has been having a private chat with someone in the room who has not said a single word in the room during that time, but has been gagged three times during that period. At the same time there was a debate going on about migrant workers and various points of view were aired and discussed but still some people were gagged and kicked because the points they made were regarded as racist.
When people in the room tell others they are putting them on ignore and tell them to F off because they do not like them or what they say is it not time to think that not everyone has the same thoughts or views as you, but that it takes all sorts to make a world and also to make a chat room. Lets put an end to the pathetic gagging and kicking please
I’m sorry that you feel like that, but seriously, your parents should have explained that real life involves far less emotional hassle than this latest bee in your deluded internet bonnet.
If you’d like to send me their personal details I’d be happy to help with instructional words of wisdom, which they can then, at long last, impart to you and will mainly consist of . . . . . . . ‘fuc.k’…….. ‘don’t . . . . .and . . . . . ‘give’
as I feel that for you herein finally lies the path to true happiness
x
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a chatter called Tintin had a debilitating medical condition that prevented him from going out much, not that that stopped him much mind.
But JC was a godsend to someone like him anyway. He found Love, and Friends and Good Companionship during his very short time on this planet.
Go stick that on your site reviews.
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got ‘Access Denied’ here once. . . . . . . . . .
I treated it like a winning lottery ticket, so went straight out and got into drunken fights with total strangers who made no sense at all.
It was very similar to actually logging on.
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got ‘Access Denied’ here once. . . . . . . . . .
I treated it like a winning lottery ticket, so went straight out and got into drunken fights with total strangers who made no sense at all.
It was very similar to actually logging on.
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