Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Get a job! Get a haircut! in fact Get a haircut and get a Job!!!
Bloody! pfffff
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Mrs. Snowey wrote:Come on Grandad, roll us your cap
I would, but my Zimmer is in for its MOT
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Only for the next three weeks*. Then i can go back to being a full-time internet celeb/famous-fer-being-famous scenester/ professional moocher.
*And most of that wil be spent in morecambe anyway...
I think this is what alcoholics refer to as "a moment of clarity"
"I f**k arses". Who fucks arses? Maybe he fucks arses. Maybe he's written this in some moment of drunken sincerity. I'm in considerable danger in here. I must get out of here at once.
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
Go anywhere for free grub.
(bastards)
