wow 4 am and awake, what's the matter with this picture? Ah well at least it gives me an opportunity to torture my tricycle riding, ball juggling neighbor, useless git! Now I just need to find something abrasive enough to make his ears bleed and and eyes attempt to claw out of his slope browed skull! any suggestions? The little lady is out of town so I can feasibly torture the fucker for 26 + hours! I think maybe Ill ease him into it with a blaring Richard Ashcroft followed by all nine Pulp albums. Take that you fucking tit! mwhaa ha ha ha.................ahhhhh fuck it Im going back to bed, 16+ hours is the same as 26+ if you make the necessary adjustments! But in the mean time: A little Pulp/Im a man:
Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke.
If that's all there is then there's no point for me.
*So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
& if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
& nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
So you stumble into town & hold your
stomach in.
Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything.
Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before.
You've got no need but still you want,
so go and book that restaurant.
The wine will flow & then you'll just
fly away.
Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke.
If that's all there is then there's no point for me.
*So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
& if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
& nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
So you stumble into town & hold your
stomach in.
Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything.
Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before.
You've got no need but still you want,
so go and book that restaurant.
The wine will flow & then you'll just
fly away.
ohhh man I miss you.. when are you coming to australia...? can your mum sponsor you? come and live in melbourne for a while! we have a spare room!