Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
NUH-UH!! THey sing a song about likeing Rock n Roll music.
You need the historical context to understand how stunningly obnoxious that song was. Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval. Fucktards. I hates them. Also they crapped my pretty pony all over Dylan's songs.
Besides they're official Enemies of Rock and Roll. Condescending pricks...
Well, lots of musicians hold lots of screwy opinions; that doesn't really have anything to do with the merits of their musical compositions. And as the world seems to have moved on, despite their wishes or desires....
(I really did have an end to that thought, but I got interrupted by a phone call, forgot to tack it on, and then forgot what it was. Frell)
They are really ugly now. And you're not. Allow that to bring you some petty pleasure, Hecubus.
You need the historical context to understand how stunningly obnoxious that song was. Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval. Fucktards. I hates them. Also they crapped my pretty pony all over Dylan's songs.
Plllllbbbttt.
AIN'T NO USE TO SIT AND WONDER WHY BABE!!"
Peter, Paul, and Mary are simultaneously the cat's ass and the cat's pajamas, and possibly the bee's knees, as well. Hec, you are just wrongity wrong wrong wrong.
Aimee, sing louder, baby. Sing louder. Then kiss me, and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.
The sign at the McDonalds in town says "It's back! $100 Filet-o-Fish Fridays 4-10"
I don't want to know how big their fryer is.
Timelies, mi Bitches!
No, really. That's all I got.
Liltyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Hi P-C!
I'm full of spaghetti.