"Your mum can't fuckin help you now" was terrific.

I love your mum

That's funny, I'm always looking for a horny cow myself. I even make a similar mime. I don't suppose you have your mum's phone number handy?

More often: еб твою мать = "f*** your mum"

In this case I believe it was either inaudible or made slightly less vulgar by leaving the profanity implied

SHE SMILED AT YOU BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY


LET YOUR FEEEEELING LIFT BOY





Drive boy, dog boy, dirty, numb angel boy
In the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy and tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had chemicals boy and steel boy
You had chemicals boy, I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said, "Come over, come over", she smiled at you boy [x2]

Let your feelings lift, boy, but never your mask boy
Random blonde boy, high density
Random blonde boy, blonde country
Blonde high density

You are my drug boy, you're real boy
Speak to me and boy, dog dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy, big, big time boy, acid bear boy
And babes and babes and babes and babes and babes

And remembering nothing boy, when you like my tin horn boy
And get wet like an angel, derail

You got a velvet mouth, you're so succulent
And beautiful shimmering and dirty wonderful
And hot times on your telephone line
You got to never land on your telephone and in walks an angel

And look at me, your mum squatting pissed in a tube hole
At Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of The Ship
Talking to the most blonde I ever met

Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager"

Shouting "Mega, mega white thing, mega, mega
White thing, mega, mega white thing, mega, mega"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager
Mega, mega white thing, mega, mega white thing"

So many things to see and do in the tube hole true blonde
Going back to Romford, mega, mega, mega
Going back to Romford, hi mum, are you having fun?
And now are you on your way to a new tension and headache?

Something more Jimmy Carr-esque would have been better, like "Sir, if you want my comeback, you'll have to scrape it off your mum's teeth".

What voodoov says..

I was like "ooh how cool!" until they started interviewing her mother and showed their practice. She says "Brooke is hard on herself so I don't have too" well 1) She is pushing her hard, with a mom as a couch you can't just separate your roles. 2) "I don't have too" - ?? So you think you should push her.. that's healthy..
And they started to make them climb as early as possible, you don't say no to your mum at 3 years old. Actually kinda scary theorizing, they could very well be so programmed into climbing they actually don't love it that passionately.
I mean, who knows that's your passion and not kajaking, when it's the only thing in your life since you could walk?

Wanna see the 3D scan I made of your mum? She's mostly clothed. (pubikini)

What an idiotic statement about diabetes. There's much higher rates of diabetes type two in families with diabetes than type 1. So there are people who are more predisposed to it independently of lifestyle/body weight. In some people, where increased body weigh and sedentary life style are the main risk factor then it has been shown that gastric bypass sugary can 'cure it' independently of weight loss with the current thinking being that hormones released by the stomach in contact with food can have a massive effect on our endocrine system as well as satiety.
Regardless, the argument is stupid - if you found out that you had a enzyme deficiency at causes a stroke later on in life and the treatment/rehab would cost you millions of pounds. The 'i exercised and dieted' view doesn't help pay the cheque for something that was set in stone when your mum and dad had an accident all those years ago.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

I have an apology to make
I'm afraid I've made a big mistake
I turned my face away from you, Lord

I was too blind to see the light
I was too meek to feel Your might
I closed my eyes; I couldn't see the truth, Lord

But then like Saul on the Damascus road,
You sent a messenger to me, and so
Now I've have had the truth revealed to me
Please forgive me all those things I said
I'll no longer betray you, Lord
I will pray to you instead

And I will say thank you, thank you
Thank you, God
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, God...

Thank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum
I had no idea, but it's suddenly so clear now
I feel such a cynic, how could I have been so dumb?
Thank you for displaying how praying works:
A particular prayer in a particular church
Thank you Sam for the chance to acknowledge this
Omnipotent ophthalmologist

Thank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum
I didn't realize that it was so simple
But you've shown a great example of just how it can be done
You only need to pray in a particular spot
To a particular version of a particular god,
And if you pull that off without a hitch,
He will fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch

I know in the past my outlook has been limited
I couldn't see examples of where life had been definitive
But I can admit it when the evidence is clear,
As clear as Sam's mum's new cornea
(And that's extremely clear! )

Thank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum
I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical
But Sam described this miracle and I am overcome!
How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention
Should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension
It's like someone put an eye chart up in front of me
And the top five letters say: I C, G O D

Thank you, Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawed
I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynical
It's simply that his interests aren't particularly broad
He's largely undiverted by the starving masses,
Or the inequality between the various classes
He gives you strictly limited passes,
Redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses

I feel so shocking for historically mocking
Your interests are clearly confined to the ocular
I bet given the chance, you'd eschew the divine
And start a little business selling contacts online

Fuck me Sam, what are the odds
That of history's endless parade of gods
That the God you just happened to be taught to believe in
Is the actual one and he digs on healing,
But not the AIDS-ridden African nations
Nor the victims of the plague, nor the flood-addled Asians,
But healthy, privately-insured Australians
With common and curable corneal degeneration

This story of Sam's has but a single explanation:
A surgical God who digs on magic operations
No, it couldn't be mistaken attribution of causation
Born of a coincidental temporal correlation
Exacerbated by a general lack of education
Vis-a-vis physics in Sam's parish congregation
And it couldn't be that all these pious people are liars
It couldn't be an artefact of confirmation bias
A product of groupthink,
A mass delusion,
An Emperor's New Clothes-style fear of exclusion

No, it's more likely to be an all-powerful magician
Than the misdiagnosis of the initial condition,
Or one of many cases of spontaneous remission,
Or a record-keeping glitch by the local physician

No, the only explanation for Sam's mum's seeing:
They prayed to an all-knowing superbeing,
To the omnipresent master of the universe,
And he quite liked the sound of their muttered verse.

So for a bit of a change from his usual stunt
Of being a sexist, racist, murderous cunt
He popped down to Dandenong and just like that
Used his powers to heal the cataracts of Sam's mum
Of Sam's mum

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum!
I didn't realize that it was such a simple thing
I feel such a dingaling, what ignorant scum!

Now I understand how prayer can work:
A particular prayer in a particular church
In a particular style with a particular stuff
And for particular problems that aren't particularly tough,
And for particular people, preferably white
And for particular senses, preferably sight
A particular prayer in a particular spot
To a particular version of a particular god

And if you get that right, he just might
Take a break from giving babies malaria
And pop down to your local area
To fix the cataracts of your mum!

I've met a few heavyweight jazz musicians-Dizzy Gillespie, Marcus Roberts, Sonny Rollins, McCoy Tyner, Herbie Mann, uhhh...Met B.B. KIng after a show (all these are in passing after shows) Partied with Ike Willis a couple times in different states (guitar player for Zappa for years)
Played 3 holes of golf onna photo shoot with Nolan Ryan when he pitched for the Astros.
Met a few rock stars, Met and spoke with Roger Daltrey when I was 11 years old atta Mall record shop in Dallas(1976 NA Tour, last with Kieth Moon) , my mom was standing in line to get her albums autographed, and then when it was her turn, she grabbed Daltrey by his head and hi-jacked him with a wet one, got a picture of that one...Daltrey looked overwhelmed and looked over at me and asked, "That your mum?!"

Most impressive star-saturation came Labor Day weekend, 1975 in Atoka Oklahoma atta 3-day outdoor concert event...camp out-I was 10, found a backstage pass onna chain, and wandered around backstage and on buses with a fuckload of country stars.
Waylon Jennings, Jerry Jeff Walker, can't remember em all, I was a little kid but i remember a lotta musicians tripping on me running around backstage-Some thought I was just a roadie's kid.
Met Jerry Lee Lewis backstage there....

i wouldn’t kill to win a war
i don’t get what they do it for
it’s all so terribly vague
i see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
and i think it’s such a bore
i walk new orleans with a knife
like mackie hidden out of sight
but i’d be useless if they jumped
i’m really not the killing type

i’m not the killing type
i’m not the killing type
i’m not i’m not
i’m not the killing type i’m not

i’ve got a picture of your mum
before the war when she was young
she’s got an etching to her right
i think it’s funny that she’s looking to the left and it’s her son

i wouldn’t kill to get you back
and i’ve officially been asked
i couldn’t kill to save a life
i’d rather die a peaceful piece of shit-bait shame-filled coward
thanks
i’m not the killing type
i’m not the killing type
i’m not i’m not
i’m not the killing type i’m not

but i would kill to make you feel
i don’t mean kill someone for real
i couldn’t do that, it is wrong
but i can say it in a song a song a song

and i’m saying it
NOW
i’m saying it
SO
even if you never hear this song somebody else would know
i’m saying it
NOW
i’m saying it
SO
even if you never hear this song somebody else will know
know know know

i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t describe

i once stepped on a dying bird
it was a mercy killing
i couldn’t sleep for a week
i kept feeling its breaking bones

i heard
that if you see a star at night
and the conditions are just right
and you are standing on a cliff
then you can close your eyes
and make a wish
and take a step
and change somebody’s life

i’m not the killing type
i’m not the killing type
i’m not i’m not
i’m not the killing type i’m not

but i would kill to make you feel
i’d kill to move your face an inch
i see you staring into space
i wanna stick my fist into your mouth and twist your arctic heart

yes
i would kill to make you feel
i don’t mean kill someone for real
i couldn’t do that, it is wrong
but i can say it in a song a song a song
and i’m saying it
NOW
i’m saying it
SO
even if you never hear this song somebody else would know
i’m saying it
NOW
i’m saying it
SO
even if you never hear this song somebody else would know
know know know
i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t explain how good it feels
i just can’t describe ibe ibe ibe
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

i’m not the killing type.

>> you may not have wanted to take her home to meet your Mum

Hell yeah. I cannot articulate how much I despise "clean" rock pop and so on. Parents should be horrified at what their children are listening to.

If the band isn't trying to sleep with your teenage daughter (or son, I'm equal opportunity about these things), they're doing it wrong.

Janis OTOH, had soul.

>> ^A10anis:

>> ^alien_concept:
>> ^A10anis:
Calling Manchester United "overachieving c s" is ignorant on two levels. One, for the loutish, spiteful, language. And two, because Manchester United are always expected to achieve good results, simply because they are the top club. (No, I don't support them)

Thanks Mum, I'll bear it in mind...

Obviously you need your mum to help you, On your own you, by your own admission, are a child, with childish notions. So, be quiet, and know your place,


Oh man, get a grip. You have little in the way of manners. You have accused me of being ignorant, childish and that I don't know my place, all over an offhand comment about a football team?!?! Please, take your superiority complex elsewhere, silly person.