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.
Steven Poole wrote:Here is what the electronic book of the future will be like:
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11. I will be able to use the ebook as a reliable flat surface for rolling cigarettes or other leaf-based refreshments, without worrying about debris shorting the motherboard.
You don't get that kind of honesty in The Thunderer
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
"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
Couldn't ask for prettier, but maybe a copy of the Guardian?
Although maybe Dark and I shouldn't take this line of thoughts any further, we don't want to look too much like a pair of randy 18 year old boys, especially sinse she's sharing a floor with us
Speak for yourself, I'm still 17 until 2 weeks after the gig.
But no, we'll be good. Though doubtless I'll have an Indie with me anyway, it won't be creeping, I assure ye.
Besides, I'm sure Claire doesn't mind us too much.. it's a step up from Lee and I singing altered Sisters songs about her beauty
What kind of lady likes a pair of young men that she knows she's going to have to share sleeping space with, flirting with her [/total faith in own attractiveness]
But seriously, gotta lady to be faithful to, otherwise I won't say I didn't consider going up homeless and relying on my ability to pull to get a bed for the night, the challange appealed to me somewhat.
Wish I could say the same, Maisey. The last thing I needed was to find the girl I wanted all year, and my best friend (the girl I wanted all LAST year) may be getting together.
But hey, teenage angst and all, at least all the single people down here just intermingle and try their best with strings-free affection. It's the best we can hope for.
...*tumbleweed*..sorry, I forgot we were supposed to be discussing Claire's beauty and Maisey's admirable conduct. ><
Stopped reading the Guardian except for on Saturday's. Too much nonsense particulary in the G2 section and often badly printed which makes it hard to read.
silentNate wrote:Someone removed Boudicca's post so therefore my reply will make no sense...
Not sure of which post you're speaking, but perhaps Claire removed the post herself..? From what I recall of the posts in this thread, none of the mods would've had any reason whatsoever to do so, as I see it.
silentNate wrote:I had to retrieve my jaw from the floor but it seems undamaged
Yep, you would have.
Ah well, if we don't laugh we cry. I don't particularly relish the idea of clogging up this board with that stuff, it doesn't deserve the focus of my attention anyway. Wheras the crack with my good chums on here does.
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Well, if it helps to share, my inbox is only 98% full, so I'll gladly listen.
It's taken all week for me to start feeling normal again, so I guess I need to share the karma. Since I was born, I started to decay... etc
Dark wrote:Well, if it helps to share, my inbox is only 98% full, so I'll gladly listen.
It's taken all week for me to start feeling normal again, so I guess I need to share the karma. Since I was born, I started to decay... etc
Now nothing ever ever goes my way
One fluid gesture
Like stepping back in time
Trapped in amber
Petrified
And still not satisfied
Great live band- better live than on album...
Never got to hear the end of the story so I guess I remain not satisfied
I had a face on the mirror
I had a hand on the gun
I had a place in the sun and a ticket to Syria
