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.
Hoy hoy
When Big Joan comes out
Her arms are too small
Her head like a ball
She tied off her horse
and galloped off into the moonbeams
She pulled up her blouse
and compared her navel to the moon
I dig my life for a while
When Big Joan sets up
Her hands are too small
She’s too fat to go out in the daylight
So she rolls around all night
I’m just sorta thread
With a drooped body
I’ll set up with ya Big Joan
I’m too fat to go out in the daylight
I’ll stay up all night
I won’t droop if you
Won’t talk about your
Hands being too small
You know something’s happening
Or you wouldn’t of come out like ya did
She ain’t built for going naked
So she can’t wear any new clothes
Or go to the beach
They laugh at her body
Cause her hands are too small
When Big Joan sets up her hands are too small
l She’s outta reach
A turquoise scarf and a sleeve
Rolled up over a Merc Montclair
I’ll sit up with ya Big Joan
I’m too fat to go out in the daytime
I’ll stay up all night
If ya promise not to talk
About your hands being too small
Hoy hoy is she uh boy"
Captain Beefheart
I think this topic should get the 'Golden Quiff of the Year' Award
presented to mf on 26/6/04
"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
Thrash Harry wrote:The stars are matter.
We are matter.
But it doesn't matter.
Withnail:
What is it? What have you found? Marwood:
Matter. Withnail:
Matter? Where's it coming from? Marwood:
Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it! Withnail:
I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should go outside.
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
Thrash Harry wrote:The stars are matter.
We are matter.
But it doesn't matter.
Withnail:
What is it? What have you found? Marwood:
Matter. Withnail:
Matter? Where's it coming from? Marwood:
Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it! Withnail:
I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should go outside.
Thrash Harry wrote:The stars are matter.
We are matter.
But it doesn't matter.
Withnail:
What is it? What have you found? Marwood:
Matter. Withnail:
Matter? Where's it coming from? Marwood:
Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it! Withnail:
I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should go outside.
I've got the whole script somewhere on my hard-drive. Don't tempt me...
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
"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
Quote:
"We are not talking retarded people here..."
Du-uh!
"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
"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