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.
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Ocht! anyhoo my vassels! Oh you will howl and dance in yir hunners! Dance, Dance! Ya Baisturts!
(free translation courtesy of the Blast Academy of Jockinese)
"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
"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
Obviousman wrote:You'll really need Clement Peerens now though, otherwise that disk will give you one of those Dutchies accents, no doubt
I am rather worried about that actually!
I suspect it might be quite easy to slip into, as they all sound like Fifers (people from the east coast of Scotland) to me. Debs cracked me up when she spoke in Dutch, but with what sounded like a pure Edinburgh accent!
You're just a stone's throw across a small puddle, really
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
"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