[fatboySlimfast]

:bash:  :bash:  :bash:  :bash:  :bash:
arggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yes another cocktalk  picnic on the 8th in Yorkshire, talk of brimham so just in case i wouldnt go anywhere north of jnct 38 M1 for the whole weekend

[Bubba]

Tell you what, we were having a right larf over this last night - this woman claims to be an artist!

some beautiful lyrics

[dave]

Might be a good time to sit on a nearby grassy knoll and do a bit of
 :sniper:

Only kidding children.

[fatboySlimfast]

ha ha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah now thats funny
and my personal fave bit

Don t you spook me
Don't you spike me
Don't you try and motorbike me

Don't you spook me
Don't you spike me
I know you don't even like me

Do a cha-cha
Do a rumba
Don't you try and get my number
Do a cha-cha
Do a rumba
I'm on a higher slope than you are

and my fave line
He had big brown eyes like a giraffe from Kenya

[dave]

What a fucking barrel of bollocks!! :shock:

The next time I saw him was in the Psalter Lane canteen
His name was Ian but they called him Eric
He used to play me tapes of the songs he'd written
Five years on and he was a big success
Somebody told me that he'd never forgotten me

Try as she might, you just ain't gonna be able to write a better lyric than:

"I'm as serious as cancer when i say; rhythm is a dancer".

[Bubba]

Haha that is sheer class! And what a seminal dance classic (not) too.

Check out:

(Living with a hernia) huh
Hurts me bad in a tender location
(Living with a hernia)
Had enough humiliation
(Living with a hernia) yeaah-!
Got to have an operation Ow!

To the tune of "Living in America" by Mr Brown. By "Polka Party" apparantly.

[Bubba]

...and talking of fluffy, superficial shite, (p)arsely wood looks like it's bitten the dust. Shame.