Heather's country and western... "somebody write me a love song goddamnit"
they're all hopeless
hopeless dadgarned musos
I'd love a man
that wrote me a song
but that'll never happen
cos they're all good-for-nothing self-absorbed fight-picking alcoholic hopeless dadgarned musos
(twangalangalang)
oh yeah, grab your coat rdor, you've pulled. We'll have to stop at the shop on the way home to get a paper bag to put over your head though, and I hope your wallet is bulging.
Hey Joanna, I don't mean to be rude,
but I just can't stop looking at your boobs,
your rack is killer, that's obvious,
fellas walking by are not oblivious
big and bouncey, round and good,
they bounce just like a good breast should,
Watching you run is a visual treat,
I get a little tingle from head to feet,
If your breasts were homework, you'd get an A+
It's easy to see why I'm making a fuss,
You give me hope, Joanna, with your fat deposits,
How much for a squeeze? I'll get my wallet,
No price too high to cup each one,
I cannot think of better fun
Like a NASA shuttle I burn up,
every time a breast of yours I cup,
I'd give you every single dollar
for just a glimpse of your areola
Scribe asks, and I am in agreeance,
how many boobs you know bounce like this?
what girl wouldn't love a poem composed in tribute to her breasts?
That's really sweet Portia, but I just don't feel like you know me as well as Schooner and Myshkin, because you talked about how my breasts move when I run - and I never run. This isn't just some generic poem you flop out to impress girls at any old time is it?
The other thing is that when she walks, there's more time spent oggling the twins, and doesn't that count for something in these god-forsaken days? Joanna can walk all the time in my books.
Joanna's boobs
Can't remember their names!
You see
I spend all of my day
Living oh so breast obsessed
Sitting at my seat in a love-struck daaaaazzzzzeeee
Joanna's boobs
Can't remember their names!
I used to count the times per day
When i'd see them bounce my way
Ohhhhh I can't stop rembering yesterday!
Ah well, here's what the Yes song generator comes up with for Joanna, with a small tweak:
They could never be brightly wonderful
Warmly meaning mind
Easily happily brightly
Colourfully me gently
Happily seeming mind
To adore towards paradise
Embracing gently on wonderous universe
Meeting between mary-kate and ashley
Child always was after ashley
Sky seeing for Wellington
They cannot be near ashley
Mary-kate can sometimes be warm
LugHeads Blues – “Wish I Was A South Central L.A. Gangsta Blues”
Woke up this morning, with no glock in my hand
Said I woke up this morning, but I had no glock in my hand
So I reached right over to grab my AK - but all I found was the alarm clock radio that plays only the AM band
Ohh I’ve got those wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but I’m a middle class whitey that lives in NZ blues
I’ve been trying to tell my baby that GTA is life & death, but she says it’s just a game
Woah I’ve been telling my baby that GTA San Andreas is life & death, she says it’s only a stupid game
But what she doesn’t know is that I’m now up to level 47 - all she’s thinking is that I should be doing the dishes and that video games are lame
Yeah I’ve got those wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but to me ‘the hood’ is what covers the engine on my car blues
While I’m driving to the dairy for milk, I pretend that I’m doing drive-bys in a low-rider
Yes when I drive to the local dairy for milk, I pretend that I’m blasting fools in my pimped out low-rider
And the closest thing I get to smoking crack - is smoked cheese slices on meal mates cracker
Well I’ve got those dirty old wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but . . . well, just look at me, who am I trying to kid blues
Woke up this morning, with no glock in my hand
Said I woke up this morning, but I had no glock in my hand
I should be having a 40oz & grits for breakfast – but instead I went to a café and had a mocha & eggs benedict with ham
I have not attended Spinaldans wild 'partays' however... there has been many an occasion in said 'UK' when drunken wenches have thrown themselves at my tall, blue eyed, blonde curly and slightly girly self... i mean i obiously pushed them off crying as they broke one of my nails, or spilt my martini
Alex you need to throw in your own version of "sugar honey lemon oh please!" there yknow, gives it a bit of spice...
and well well well, arent you just the most MODEST bloke haha
pretty boys who KNOW theyre pretty...are recipies for disaster!
you should add in there somewhere "i love it when you call me big poppa, throw ya hands in the air if youre a true playa!" esp with all those girls throwing themselves at you haha
A thug-rap-pop song (like a Ja Rule and Aaliyah duet) called "Get the fuck out of my life"
Aaliyah: Oh baby baby baby
Ja Rule: Get the fuck out of my life
Aaliyah: You drive me crazy crazy
Ja Rule: Yo I don't want no wife
Aaliyah: But maybe maybe baby
Ja Rule: I'm packin' a knife.
Aaliyah with Ja Rule unharmonously harmonising: You might just be my baby
Ja Rule: Get the fuck out of my life. Holla.
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Heather's punk track - "don't cross ...
Heather's punk track - "don't cross me (or I'll write a rude post about you in my blog)"
Oh... Heather's pop tune: "I heart ...
Oh... Heather's pop tune: "I heart Hugh Sundae"
Heather's country and western... ...
Heather's country and western... "somebody write me a love song goddamnit"
they're all hopeless
hopeless dadgarned musos
I'd love a man
that wrote me a song
but that'll never happen
cos they're all good-for-nothing self-absorbed fight-picking alcoholic hopeless dadgarned musos
(twangalangalang)
My god...music to my ears... Ill ...
My god...music to my ears...
Ill write you a song.. itll probably suck and have the word internet in ti but..yeah
// "somebody write me a love song ...
// "somebody write me a love song goddamnit"
I'd settle for an ode to my boobs. Or a "I like your shoes" song.
//Ill write you a song.. ...
//Ill write you a song..
meh...doesn't really count if I had to ask for one.
Na na, nana na na, hey hey hey, ...
Na na, nana na na, hey hey hey, joannaIlikeyourshoes
witty?
oh yeah, grab your coat rdor, you've ...
oh yeah, grab your coat rdor, you've pulled. We'll have to stop at the shop on the way home to get a paper bag to put over your head though, and I hope your wallet is bulging.
no but something else is. ...
no but something else is. AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA
omg, are you calling me fat? are you ...
omg, are you calling me fat? are you mocking me?
Schooners imagery does it for me, ...
Schooners imagery does it for me, Joanna can bounce my way any day...
Woah!...
Woah!
Hey Joanna, I don't mean to be ...
Hey Joanna, I don't mean to be rude,
but I just can't stop looking at your boobs,
your rack is killer, that's obvious,
fellas walking by are not oblivious
big and bouncey, round and good,
they bounce just like a good breast should,
Watching you run is a visual treat,
I get a little tingle from head to feet,
If your breasts were homework, you'd get an A+
It's easy to see why I'm making a fuss,
You give me hope, Joanna, with your fat deposits,
How much for a squeeze? I'll get my wallet,
No price too high to cup each one,
I cannot think of better fun
Like a NASA shuttle I burn up,
every time a breast of yours I cup,
I'd give you every single dollar
for just a glimpse of your areola
Scribe asks, and I am in agreeance,
how many boobs you know bounce like this?
what girl wouldn't love a poem composed in tribute to her breasts?
That's really sweet Portia, but I just ...
That's really sweet Portia, but I just don't feel like you know me as well as Schooner and Myshkin, because you talked about how my breasts move when I run - and I never run. This isn't just some generic poem you flop out to impress girls at any old time is it?
I want <B>this</B> guy to fall in love ...
I want this guy to fall in love and pay tribute to me:
[ external link ]
No way. This is straight from here ...
No way. This is straight from here *taps chest* to here *reaches out for Joanna's breasts*
The other thing is that when she walks, ...
The other thing is that when she walks, there's more time spent oggling the twins, and doesn't that count for something in these god-forsaken days? Joanna can walk all the time in my books.
Man, that was SICK....
Man, that was SICK.
I was refering to.......... well ...
I was refering to.......... well actually it's a mars bar
Joanna's boobs Can't remember their ...
Joanna's boobs
Can't remember their names!
You see
I spend all of my day
Living oh so breast obsessed
Sitting at my seat in a love-struck daaaaazzzzzeeee
Joanna's boobs
Can't remember their names!
I used to count the times per day
When i'd see them bounce my way
Ohhhhh I can't stop rembering yesterday!
Your song is like a window into my very ...
Your song is like a window into my very soul.
Straight from the heart baby, straight ...
Straight from the heart baby, straight from the heart!
Joannas shoes Can't rememember ...
Joannas shoes
Can't rememember their.......ah somehow that's not as good
An apostrophe may help, for starters....
An apostrophe may help, for starters.
reeejected...
reeejected
Ah well, here's what the Yes song ...
Ah well, here's what the Yes song generator comes up with for Joanna, with a small tweak:
They could never be brightly wonderful
Warmly meaning mind
Easily happily brightly
Colourfully me gently
Happily seeming mind
To adore towards paradise
Embracing gently on wonderous universe
Meeting between mary-kate and ashley
Child always was after ashley
Sky seeing for Wellington
They cannot be near ashley
Mary-kate can sometimes be warm
I'd like a trumpeting entrance theme ...
I'd like a trumpeting entrance theme that followed me around so whenever I entered a room the skies echoed with -
"DA DA-DA DAAA DAAAAAAAAAH"
. . . . anyway N.W.A's 'Straight Outta Compton' was written about me and my homies, but names & places were changed to protect the guilty
LugHeads Blues – “Wish I Was A South ...
LugHeads Blues – “Wish I Was A South Central L.A. Gangsta Blues”
Woke up this morning, with no glock in my hand
Said I woke up this morning, but I had no glock in my hand
So I reached right over to grab my AK - but all I found was the alarm clock radio that plays only the AM band
Ohh I’ve got those wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but I’m a middle class whitey that lives in NZ blues
I’ve been trying to tell my baby that GTA is life & death, but she says it’s just a game
Woah I’ve been telling my baby that GTA San Andreas is life & death, she says it’s only a stupid game
But what she doesn’t know is that I’m now up to level 47 - all she’s thinking is that I should be doing the dishes and that video games are lame
Yeah I’ve got those wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but to me ‘the hood’ is what covers the engine on my car blues
While I’m driving to the dairy for milk, I pretend that I’m doing drive-bys in a low-rider
Yes when I drive to the local dairy for milk, I pretend that I’m blasting fools in my pimped out low-rider
And the closest thing I get to smoking crack - is smoked cheese slices on meal mates cracker
Well I’ve got those dirty old wanna be a south central L.A. gangsta, but . . . well, just look at me, who am I trying to kid blues
Woke up this morning, with no glock in my hand
Said I woke up this morning, but I had no glock in my hand
I should be having a 40oz & grits for breakfast – but instead I went to a café and had a mocha & eggs benedict with ham
Alex's 60's steelers wheel esqe pop ...
Alex's 60's steelers wheel esqe pop ditty - Boy with the golden curls
Chorus line... oh boy with the golden curls, if i could only be your girl, only be a part of your sunshine world.... my god im about to hurl
(applause) very good. I have this ...
(applause) very good. I have this picture of some really drunk girl throwing herself at you at one of dantheman's crazy parties.
Having lived in the UK until septemebr ...
Having lived in the UK until septemebr past
I have not attended Spinaldans wild 'partays' however... there has been many an occasion in said 'UK' when drunken wenches have thrown themselves at my tall, blue eyed, blonde curly and slightly girly self... i mean i obiously pushed them off crying as they broke one of my nails, or spilt my martini
oh boy with the golden curls your ...
oh boy with the golden curls
your neighbours, both glaswegians
said they'd like
to ride a bike
around your nether regions
oh macromastic woman
your prow like smoky dough
those aureolae
haunt my soul I--
"Come in, Tokyo !"
umm Thats umm nice thanks Rev...
umm Thats umm nice thanks Rev
Alex you need to throw in your own ...
Alex you need to throw in your own version of "sugar honey lemon oh please!" there yknow, gives it a bit of spice...
and well well well, arent you just the most MODEST bloke haha
pretty boys who KNOW theyre pretty...are recipies for disaster!
you should add in there somewhere "i ...
you should add in there somewhere "i love it when you call me big poppa, throw ya hands in the air if youre a true playa!" esp with all those girls throwing themselves at you haha
A thug-rap-pop song (like a Ja Rule and ...
A thug-rap-pop song (like a Ja Rule and Aaliyah duet) called "Get the fuck out of my life"
Aaliyah: Oh baby baby baby
Ja Rule: Get the fuck out of my life
Aaliyah: You drive me crazy crazy
Ja Rule: Yo I don't want no wife
Aaliyah: But maybe maybe baby
Ja Rule: I'm packin' a knife.
Aaliyah with Ja Rule unharmonously harmonising: You might just be my baby
Ja Rule: Get the fuck out of my life. Holla.
Title: I'll wait until you are happy ...
Title: I'll wait until you are happy till I put a bullet in your head
Artist: op fraud