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.
SINsister wrote:That looks like the ancient Technics that my dad's got rotting down in the basement...
I was referring more to the goold old British 70s smut that's being played on it. I got into trouble a few years ago when I played it at work. I was just trying to join in on the festivities - I had no idea my boss' boss' boss was in the building
My copy of Einstuerzende Neubauten's Liebeslieder has flown in from Amazon, now it's off to be wrapped up and I pretend like I haven't seen it T'was ever thus...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Just went into the local tesco's to get some de-icer when out the corner of my eye I spotted a couple of boxes.... I asked the lady if the said boxes were empty and she said no but they have only had them in for the last 3 hours and no-one as asked about them so Mrs Snowey has got a brand new......
Planet Dave wrote:Xmas and xmas prezzies can go to hell in a hand-cart. Still, only a week to go and the fckng thing is over again! Get In!!!!
Aye. I neither expect nor want any gifts, but I know that my bro and sis-in-law and their two little boys will have some kind of silly something for me on Xmas Day - which makes me feel like a right heel, since I'm 1. broke, and b. have no clue what I could possibly get for the "family that has everything." The notion of heading to their house empty-handed makes me ill, though.
"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
Actually, I was going to bake some bread - a whole-wheat loaf or two, some deeee-lish cinnamon-brown sugar swirl bread, and maybe even some cranberry-orange scones.
Then I remembered that the fancy-schmancy mixer with the heavy-duty dough hook is at my ex's (Mom's and Dad's supply of cooking equipment has always been laughable), so I'd have to do it all by hand. I'm actually fine with that idea; I'd just have to look for recipes that don't require such "newfangled" appliances.
But then Dad pronounced it a "stupid" idea (as he does almost everything I suggest).
"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
Yum yum.
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