Yes.

[Welton Toffee]

Bit of Feeder. Like it Cal

 

[heatmeiser]

Bit of Feeder. Like it Cal

I got drunk with them a few years ago.

Nice lads.

I remember thinking that the drummer was a bit weird.

Then he hung himself a few weeks later.

Oops. Hope it wasn't because I drank his beer.

 

[ricardobee]

There was an old girl from nantucket


etc

 

[Dynamite.]

fkin wel bad emo dat lid

...it's not emo, it's Desiderata, the inspirational poem by Max Ehrmann in 1927...

 

[Tennessee Blue Mike]

OMG its Miss Malice. Hows things in your neck of the woods. Obama reigns supreme I suppose.

 

[Dynamite.]

haha hi darling!
Yes, I'm all for Obama.

But I actually don't live in Texas anymore, I shipped myself off to Michigan to go to boarding school here and am having a fantastic time.
How are you?

 

[Cal]

haha hi darling!
Yes, I'm all for Obama.

But I actually don't live in Texas anymore, I shipped myself off to Michigan to go to boarding school here and am having a fantastic time.
How are you?

fine thanks.

 

[Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian]

all a bit deep 4 me

just got back from bergen, had a great time, had a look on here and everyones after cutting their own throats or someone elses. lets all liven up a bit eh, 4th in the prem, next stop probably florence, this is our time again.
everton football club......
in my teens you carried my dreams
and now the thing thats nice is....
your helping my midlife crisis !!!

reidy's bottle of grecian.......only used once !!!

 

[Dylan]

And the award for the most off-topic post goes to.........

Reidy's Bottle of Grecian!!!!

 

[monty]

This poem almost made me want to sign up with excitement as a kid but now, in later life, I look on matters with abject horror at the guys who lost their lives for nothing but these few short words


Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
`Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

`Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
ome one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!


Alfred Lord Tennyson

A thousand orphaned kiddies made,
hundreds of widows staid
all of their bodies laid
all because one man was stupid