Slowly I am making my way through the threads. I look upon Natter with dread
Hee, Natter Dread in the music thread.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Slowly I am making my way through the threads. I look upon Natter with dread
Hee, Natter Dread in the music thread.
Now playing: The Gang of Four's Entertainment!, and there's not much better in this wicked old world.
Aim for the body rare, you’ll see it on tv
The worst thing in 1954 was the bikini
See the girl on the tv dressed in a bikini?
She doesn’t think so, but she’s dressed for the h-bomb
Two steps forward
Sixstepsbacksixstepsbacksixstepsbacksixstepsback
Small step for him
Bigjumpformebigjumpformebigjumpformebigjumpforme
Synchronicity! The second I read those words, I hit that part of the song.
Synchronicity! The second I read those words, I hit that part of the song.
HA! Even infrequent and thread specific posters get sucked into the hivemind!
Eh, I've been among the Buffistas for a long time.
These incomers never recognise Original Buffistas, H.
I feel like Orson Welles in The Magnificent Ambersons.
I feel like Orson Welles in The Magnificent Ambersons.
Narration only?
Dorf. I meant Joseph Cotten. Maybe it's time for more sweet, sweet caffeine.