It must still be Friday somewhere.
For Slaps and Stoker.
It must still be Friday somewhere.
For Slaps and Stoker.
Last edited by Neverna; 20-08-2016 at 02:42 PM.
Paul Weller - you do something to me. And yes it is still Friday. 22.16
i hate it that i cannot share some of the good songs. That was the only paul weller i could get,
No Style Council - nothing.
Last edited by patsycat; 21-08-2016 at 03:38 AM.
Tinna Friday, but good grief forgive me fayther, for i did sin once.
This one is mahoosive.
Posted in the slim hope it might be Friday somewhere.
There can only be one FRiday night anthem...
3am Sat night/Sunday morning.
Time to go out.
have a good night chaps.
He might have a silly haircut but this chap is rocking the fuck out of this joint...
aS SURE AS EGGS IS EGGS, glorious Friday once again intervenes to normalise the week.
But let's get one thing straight from the off.
Linkin Park??????
Bollocks.
Eeets Friday, and good old Paul dons his wellington boots to sing us lucky listeners a tune.
Here's a right lemon.
God forbid young John Lemmon for trying to impersonate that Noel Gallagher from the Smurfs.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me1
So darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me1
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah1
And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh, stand now by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah1
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me
It's Friday in Wales today.
Is it true that they have sexual intercourse with sheep in Wales?Originally Posted by can123
Well.
Fridays are starting earlier these days.
But Friday it is, albeit a roll over from Thursday nights rather splendid session.
This evening i had wind, which reminded me of a rather splendid introduction by a legendary band to a very gifted individual.
I must be going soft, or I'm turning paranoid,
Its been over a week since I went out with the boys
I've not been down the football, I've missed two stoppy-backs
I haven't been disgusting when I'm chatting-up the crack
I've not been sick or waved me dick at fanny in the street
Poured bitter down me arsehole or drank a pint of piss
Or slashed through letterboxes, ate kebabs and puked them up
Then I found this old phone number and I thought:
"Oh what the fuck- I'll ring it up." "Help me Mr Methane, what the bollocks can I do?"
His secretary says she's got the Kremlin on line two,
And Maggie Thatcher's got a problem with the TUC
And Mr Methane's sorting out the German Unity
I said: "Sod the Bank of England and the economy,
Hang the commie bastards, twat the EEC,
I've got a problem with my beer and sex and chips n gravy
And I haven't beat a poof up since a week last Saturday,
Haven't had a shag since Tuesday, (I forgot to throw her out)
I only drank ten pints last night (its practically nowt)
The secretary says: "I see, I'll get him for you fast!"
Mr Methane came, picked up the phone, and offered his advice
With a blast........
I slammed the phone down, pegged it down the local like a shot,
Drinking beer like something that drinks beer a fucking lot
Rammed me knob right down the gob of the nearest bird to me
Took her back, filled her crack, then said: "You've got HIV,
But don't worry, if you hurry, there's a number you can call,
He sorts out massive problems, and viruses are small,
So fuck off to the phonebox, slag, or I'll give you the boot,
She rang up Mr Methane and he cured her instantly....
With a poot.
If you've got a cough, your bitter's off, or you just can't get dead pissed,
Got no fags, the wife's a drag, kidnapped by terrorists,
Or something's wrong with the plane you're on and its crashing in the sea,
Call up Mr Methane, he's cured AIDs and dysentry,
Famines, floods and tidal waves and cancer of the heart
And he'll even tell you who will win the two o'clock at York....
With a fart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjT1bBM1ank
The Lord of Upminster.
Plumbing Fantasy up th eUnity Club
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