Thread: Wait a minute Mr postman. Media power.

Brainwash the masses.

Dead easy.

Buy a few media outlets, tell folks what they should do.
















Even our parents suffered to.

Shite on you, you crazy diamond.

But the grass was greener.

And no one sings me lullabies.

Dear Lord,
please teach me to dance whilst i sleep this evening.

You old grey bastard.

Nidhogg, you terrible kunt.

That maccoroni got my underpant disturbed.

All the old paintings on the tombs,
They do the sand dance,
Don't you know?

If they move too quick
They're falling down like a domino.

All the bazaar men by the Nile,
They got the money on a bet.

Gold crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette.

Foreign types with their hookah pipes say
Walk like an Egyptian.

The blond waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor;
They got the moves.
You drop your drink then they bring you more.

All the school kids so sick of books,
They like the punk and the metal band.
When the buzzer rings,
They're walking like an Egyptian.

All the kids in the marketplace say:
Walk like an Egyptian.

Slide your feet up the street
Bend your back
Shift your arm and then you pull it back.

Life's hard you know
So strike a pose on a Cadillac.

If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop.
They sing and dance
Spin the clubs cruise down the block.

All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know
They walk the line like Egyptian.

All the cops in the donut shop say:
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian.






Great egg sample.

Ah ha!

This must be residual drunkenness.

I received a phone call at 2am Thai time yesterday featuring a great deal of drivel.

Are you still on the piss withnall?

Originally Posted by somtamslap

Are you still on the piss withnall?

Yes.






















And thoroughly enjoying ones self.

Saw a truck yesterday with the initials "LK" emblazoned on the back.

Which reminded me.

Time to get ficked, thought i.

Sometimes the only way forward is drink chemicals.

Now shut up, listen, and dance.

Originally Posted by somtamslap

Sometimes the only way forward is drink chemicals.

Now shut up, listen, and dance.

Shaving my head ok?

Originally Posted by somtamslap

"Fill your boots, youth" he says.

Wonder if Tokyo Joe remembers the encounter.

I like to think it was the defining moment of his photography career and the picture now hangs in a small but successful eatery in suburban Nagasaki.

This has a strangely enticing beat.



And the original is cool.

Do the Funky Chicken

Girl i wanna make you sweat

And no drunkie thread would not be betterised without a bit of Barry

Some luvverly owd choons there. Is it Freiday yet?