i now know what emo is!

and i'm not impressed.

A proud moment in every woman's life.

:congratulations:

I now know what i was doing on the weekend of May17th/18th 1980.Been bugging me for a while that i couldn't remember.What jogged my memory was looking at some old stats for the Home Championship

May 17, 1980 Wales 4–1 England Racecourse Ground, Wrexham Ian Walsh, Mickey Thomas, Robbie James, Own Goal for Wales Mariner for England

I vividly recall the utter devastation upon hearing this result and was still in mourning the following day , May 18th 1980.

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

AgentWood wrote: and i'm not impressed.

what...those boys that wear girls pants, need a haircut, and listen to shitty music???

took you this long to figure out???

Yeah,where is Chris Owens these days?

Last week it was cockney and I still do not know what means chocka and now, another mystery with emo...

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

AgentWood wrote: and i'm not impressed.

what...those boys that wear girls pants, need a haircut, and listen to shitty music???

took you this long to figure out???

and you can't forget their god-awful poetry....

AgentWood wrote:

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

AgentWood wrote: and i'm not impressed.

what...those boys that wear girls pants, need a haircut, and listen to shitty music???

took you this long to figure out???

and you can't forget their god-awful poetry....

Should'nt we be having this one over a pint of goat's blood,with Druid Emo Owens?

Lady usually has em every night of the week,especially when i'm on nights,strange that innit!

johnny wrote: I now know what i was doing on the weekend of May17th/18th 1980.Been bugging me for a while that i couldn't remember.What jogged my memory was looking at some old stats for the Home Championship

May 17, 1980 Wales 4–1 England Racecourse Ground, Wrexham Ian Walsh, Mickey Thomas, Robbie James, Own Goal for Wales Mariner for England

I vividly recall the utter devastation upon hearing this result and was still in mourning the following day , May 18th 1980.

I know what I was doing. Growing in me moms belly. She was eating lasagna and drinking orange pekoe tea for supper.I burped really loud that night.It scared the shit out of me.

johnny wrote: I now know what i was doing on the weekend of May17th/18th 1980.Been bugging me for a while that i couldn't remember.What jogged my memory was looking at some old stats for the Home Championship

May 17, 1980 Wales 4–1 England Racecourse Ground, Wrexham Ian Walsh, Mickey Thomas, Robbie James, Own Goal for Wales Mariner for England

I vividly recall the utter devastation upon hearing this result and was still in mourning the following day , May 18th 1980.

I know what I was doing. Growing in me moms belly. She was eating lasagna and drinking orange pekoe tea for supper.I burped really loud that night.It scared the shit out of me.

was it about 4.30 am that you burped violently , Animad? Some of Ian's relatives recount in the book Torn Apart that they awoke from strange dreams around that time and felt that something was wrong.I think it was Ian;s mother or maybe his aunt who had a dream there was a hand coming out of a wall trying to reach for help but they couldn't help.. I'm wondering if i woke up at 4.30 am , can't be sure

Watch Hollyoaks lol

AgentWood wrote:

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

AgentWood wrote: and i'm not impressed.

what...those boys that wear girls pants, need a haircut, and listen to shitty music???

took you this long to figure out???

and you can't forget their god-awful poetry....

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool. They lay. They rotted. They turned around occasionally. Bits of flesh dropped off them from time to time And sank into the pool's mire. They also smelt a great deal.

By Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, Greenbridge, Essex, England.

O Frettled Gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, Lest I rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurgle-cruncheon. See if I don't.

johnny wrote: was it about 4.30 am that you burped violently , Animad? Some of Ian's relatives recount in the book Torn Apart that they awoke from strange dreams around that time and felt that something was wrong.I think it was Ian;s mother or maybe his aunt who had a dream there was a hand coming out of a wall trying to reach for help but they couldn't help.. I'm wondering if i woke up at 4.30 am , can't be sure

nah..i was sleeping probably.1030 at night.lol.

thats interesting.kinda like a mothers instinct of knowing when her child is in danger.

I can see about ten from here...

Snorri xxx

when i saw the title of this thread i thought,"bright eyes"

Snorri xxx

Snorrimon wrote: I can see about ten from here...

Snorri xxx

So practice your reloading times.

Doctor? wrote:

Snorrimon wrote: I can see about ten from here...

Snorri xxx

So practice your reloading times.

Can't even throw chalk or board rubbers at em nowadays... All the other kids hate them though...

Snorri xxx

Doctor? wrote:

AgentWood wrote:

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

AgentWood wrote: and i'm not impressed.

what...those boys that wear girls pants, need a haircut, and listen to shitty music???

took you this long to figure out???

and you can't forget their god-awful poetry....

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool. They lay. They rotted. They turned around occasionally. Bits of flesh dropped off them from time to time And sank into the pool's mire. They also smelt a great deal.

By Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, Greenbridge, Essex, England.

O Frettled Gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, Lest I rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurgle-cruncheon. See if I don't.

Are you sure that isn't by Cozzie.