One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head "You are the son of a motherfucker."
One, two, three, four
I shook all night and held her hand Shock the people, well I'll be damned Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me The joke has come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led And how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled My image spoke to me, yes to me it often said "You are the son of incestuous union."
One, two, three, four
Now, my head is clear My roof has walls My daughter's pure My son is tall Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me The joke has come upon me
I do not wish to stir up dissent within the CLiT - as you know, none of my posts have been in any way critical of the US or its citizens - but I must point out that the US is only 5% of the world's population and everyone else uses Celsius.
Posted by Big Dogs Cock at 6:87:72 pm metric time.
JD is a bit american isn't it. I prefer 16 year old Lagavulin with maybe just a dash of water. The Talisker is very nice as well. Laphroaig is OK but not as subtle as the other two.
Much as is pains me to agree with an AC, yes it does. Once it comes out that the top 500 US companies are worth a total of £4.50 (note £ = pound, # = hash), it will be dying.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming? Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night, On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming? And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there. Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags, Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers, Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags, Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam, It's barely reflected in a polluted stream; 'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from? Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb Their blood is for oil to create more pollution. No refuge could save the McDonalds slave Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage: And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit In front of TVs with accute constapaion Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just, And this be our motto, "In money our trust" And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!
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Right. And yet again, I was outside smoking when it happened. This is not on.
19 fucking seconds instead of 20. I tried.
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Oh yeah - best wait a minute or two before pressing submit. Tum te tum te tum te tum te tum te tum. That must be almost it. Time to press
One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a motherfucker."
One, two, three, four
I shook all night and held her hand
Shock the people, well I'll be damned
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me
The joke has come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me it often said
"You are the son of incestuous union."
One, two, three, four
Now, my head is clear
My roof has walls
My daughter's pure
My son is tall
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me
The joke has come upon me
Fortitude brother. Your reward will be in the Monotony Report.
You are doing well. Every time the story comes up, I am either in the pub, in a meeting or outside smoking. Keep it up.
NO WAY!!! If it cost money to pay programmers, then you would have to charge for software rather than giving it away for free.
I think you missed out a comma, an apostrophe and an apology.
Whiskey - US or Irish (some very nice Irish whiskeys)
Whisky - Scottish.
Meths - Homebase or Wickes.
I do not wish to stir up dissent within the CLiT - as you know, none of my posts have been in any way critical of the US or its citizens - but I must point out that the US is only 5% of the world's population and everyone else uses Celsius.
Posted by Big Dogs Cock at 6:87:72 pm metric time.
I checked it. It was not a first post.
Notice there is a "create new account" link next to the login box.
There is a difference.
Maybe not - so long as it fucks you up.
They're already here ....
JD is a bit american isn't it. I prefer 16 year old Lagavulin with maybe just a dash of water. The Talisker is very nice as well. Laphroaig is OK but not as subtle as the other two.
Failing that, meths.
Send in the Cowards.
This exact comment has already been posted.
Send in the Cowards.
Just got back from the pub. 4 pints of Kronenbourg and I am ready to .... post crap.
Yes it is an honour, but one you have to work for.
Ah well. It's almost time to go to the pub.
Isn't it nice to see your name on the Monotony report.
lame!!!
I should hope so too at 11:20am.
Paricularly 3 in a row for Pr0n K1ng. AC FPers must be off drinking beer outside their trailers celebrating July 4th.
u r gay plz fx. Thx.
Much as is pains me to agree with an AC, yes it does. Once it comes out that the top 500 US companies are worth a total of £4.50 (note £ = pound, # = hash), it will be dying.
No, just post it to /. at -1. That's obscure enough.
You're right. I certainly don't care very much but the CLiT was falling behind on FPs and it's the best thing I had to hand.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming?
Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night,
On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming?
And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there.
Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags,
Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers,
Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags,
Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers
Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam,
It's barely reflected in a polluted stream;
'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from?
Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb
Their blood is for oil to create more pollution.
No refuge could save the McDonalds slave
Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage:
And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns
In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit
In front of TVs with accute constapaion
Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just,
And this be our motto, "In money our trust"
And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!