age: 23 (Mar 08, 1989)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2007
occupation: Student
into: Science, music & art
stats: 6ft 2 & 12st
fantasy: Sexy punk & goth girls
sign: Pisces
makes me sad: Religion
body mods: 12 piercing & 1 tattoo, soon to be getting more
gets me hot: Sexy punk & goth girls
BLOGS
MY BROTHER
(Mitch Murray / Terry Scott)
Terry Scott
Phorr, there's something funny round `ere. What is it?
Oh, it's you... come `ere and sit down.
You're gonna `ave the truth told about you and put on record.
`Ere, please do not sit too close to me, I've just `ad my breakfast,
thank you.
Who put salt in the sugar bowl? Who put fireworks in the coal?
Who put a real live toad-in-the-'ole? My brother!
Who put jam in mother's shoe? Who made real caterpillar stew?
Who locked Grandad in the loo?... My brother!
My brother said it wasn't he, who put shampoo in Grandma's tea
My brother said that it was me – my brother's rotten.
Who squeezed toothpaste round the hall? Who put soot in the baby's
ball?
Who drew things on the garden wall?... My brother!
You wanna see what he drew. Phorr, what a surprise. Nobody knew what
it was really, but everybody `ad a jolly good idea. An' `e wrote
slogans. "Down with young mothers", that was one.
`Cos `e don't think my mum knows `ow to brings us up right... I
don't think so either.
You know, every night when we're wide awake, she makes us go to bed.
And then in the morning when we're fast asleep, she makes us get up.
Whose pet mouse made Auntie shriek? Who ate glue and couldn't speak?
What clever dick was sick for a week? My brother!
Who keeps maggots in a tin? Plays the twist on `is violin?
Who's been gettin' at the gin?... My brother!
He looks just like a chimney sweep, but dirt, they say, is just skin
deep.
I know he's good when he's asleep. But you don't know what he's
dreamin' about do ya?
Who wouldn't mind if I ride his bike? Who let's me shoot his gun if
I like?
Who says I'm best at - football, ludo, snakes & ladders, `ide &
seek, Chasin' each other up an' down the garden, pinching little
girls up the `igh street.
Well, he's gotta say I'm best, `cos I'm bigger than...
(Mitch Murray / Terry Scott)
Terry Scott
Phorr, there's something funny round `ere. What is it?
Oh, it's you... come `ere and sit down.
You're gonna `ave the truth told about you and put on record.
`Ere, please do not sit too close to me, I've just `ad my breakfast,
thank you.
Who put salt in the sugar bowl? Who put fireworks in the coal?
Who put a real live toad-in-the-'ole? My brother!
Who put jam in mother's shoe? Who made real caterpillar stew?
Who locked Grandad in the loo?... My brother!
My brother said it wasn't he, who put shampoo in Grandma's tea
My brother said that it was me – my brother's rotten.
Who squeezed toothpaste round the hall? Who put soot in the baby's
ball?
Who drew things on the garden wall?... My brother!
You wanna see what he drew. Phorr, what a surprise. Nobody knew what
it was really, but everybody `ad a jolly good idea. An' `e wrote
slogans. "Down with young mothers", that was one.
`Cos `e don't think my mum knows `ow to brings us up right... I
don't think so either.
You know, every night when we're wide awake, she makes us go to bed.
And then in the morning when we're fast asleep, she makes us get up.
Whose pet mouse made Auntie shriek? Who ate glue and couldn't speak?
What clever dick was sick for a week? My brother!
Who keeps maggots in a tin? Plays the twist on `is violin?
Who's been gettin' at the gin?... My brother!
He looks just like a chimney sweep, but dirt, they say, is just skin
deep.
I know he's good when he's asleep. But you don't know what he's
dreamin' about do ya?
Who wouldn't mind if I ride his bike? Who let's me shoot his gun if
I like?
Who says I'm best at - football, ludo, snakes & ladders, `ide &
seek, Chasin' each other up an' down the garden, pinching little
girls up the `igh street.
Well, he's gotta say I'm best, `cos I'm bigger than...
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