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There's a guy down the road called merve the Perve When women see him they dodge run and swerve Wears tight leather trousers to strut his stuff Got no self confidence survives on bluff Tries it on...
There once was a great big city called Gonalot, not too far from here. In this city strange things would happen, things would dissapear. In the city there were two men named Nick and Rob.
The world is a terrible place why do we live for I mean why are so many people horrible to others.
When looking at lesbian culture I have established that there is an amazing undercurrent of judgmental views and opinions, yet 'we' as a whole, do not like to be judged.
I have seen the mountains in the glory of the dawn, Seen the sunset in the ocean, serene, profound and calm, I have seen the mighty eagle soaring over the plains, Seen the dry lands of the dessert...
Right, first thing to clean up, NOT ALL BLONDES ARE DUMB!!. In jokes, all people do is criticise the blondes. Why not the: Brunettes Red heads And any others BUT NO. It is always the blondes.
What would we do without iPhone. Would we make it thru the day Would the journey home be ruined Without a game to play Where would we be without iPhone.
Perfection. Something that is often deemed impossible by the everyday man, yet here I was. Warm sunshine bouncing off the gleaming pavement, as people pass by.
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck.. These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care.
A group of bikers were riding when they saw a woman about to jump off The Tampa Bay Bridge, so they stopped.
If I ruled the world, socks would be sold in threes. Because then that way, Nobody would have cold knees. If I ruled the world, Police would have space hoppers.
I wrote a little poem To put something to the test It seems the people of Opuss Prefer to be depressed.
We like a boot sale, the missus and I. To pass a Sunday morning by. Get a CD you may have missed. A favourite film, hard to resist. Maybe a pair of jeans for work.
How would an unpicked flower feel. You have grown up alongside your friends, With no particular differences. Some may grow quicker, Some may be greener. Until at one point, everyone blossoms.
A Mexican, an Arab, and a hot gorgeous blonde Somerset girl are in the same bar...
Hopes are high around the world as clocks begin to chime, From Alaska down to Sydney they announce a different time.
There's something that I'll never know, I'll wonder always if it's just for show: Do girls believe that orange is good. When it's plastered on as thick as mud.
As you guys don't live in Hungary, you also can't know our sarcasm about the government, the bills, the salaries.
It has no ears to listen, No heart to understand, When in the time of trouble it won't lend a helping hand, It adds to yours problems, Causing pain, stress and grief, And when it feels relentless,...
Little silver cogs, They turn and turn and turn. Working what's inside, Making the little clock work. The small hands they move in tandem, They know where to point and go.
Have you ever bitched before. Uhm......my guess is yes , yes you have. We can all admit we have done it at least once in our lives. But who is the main convict of it all....GIRLS.
People but girls in general, have this constant drag that ,I say I speak for everyone here, annoys us all. Girls have a tendency to feel sorry for themselves. Some just to get attention, some...all.
The room is fogged with smoke, The leather chairs are worn, The laughter is amplified, The whiskey bottle mourned.
There comes a time in a lot of relationships when it just feels right to say those four little words that you've been dying to say for ages. It's nerve wracking of course.