that shnozzwangers are tougher than mossdoodles. It's a simple fact of life. If you disagree, you're foolish, and if you agree you're a simpleton. Tell you what, we'll flip for it. Rules: Heads - I win; tails - you lose.
Are we talking dogs here. While were on the subject, what is the standard size for a full grown french poodle. I think its 26". My friend seems to think its much larger than that.
Yes I am, and you need to wipe my skin cream off your cheek. No beckner we're not talking dogs, and I find it rather disturbing that you would want to inquire about the how well endowed french poodles are in their prime. Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich Thats how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that youve been faithful Ah give or take a night or two Everybody knows youve been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that its now or never Everybody knows that its me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when youve done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old black joes still pickin cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the plague is coming Everybody knows that its moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But theres gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that youre in trouble Everybody knows what youve been through From the bloody cross on top of calvary To the beach of malibu Everybody knows its coming apart Take one last look at this sacred heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows Oh everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows
Didnt concrete blonde or someshit sing that. I enjoy LC's poetry as much as the next bloke, but i find his music rather dull. The music video for closing time is wicked though.
Yes Pressed Rat, you have sophisticated taste in music, congratulations. Let us move on. I believe that Roald Dahl was racist, as are all Englishmen.