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Dylan, "Highlands" - Insanity is smashin' up against my soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.

:tsk: You should be on a bicycle. Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times you see, and I decided that this was for me.

Am very sorry, comrade commando, but have just picked up capitalist ship on ladar scanner.

Rhyming "masses" with "masses" - and getting away with it!

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense. Yes, this is the story of Rear-Admiral Humphrey De Vere :ph34r: or rather, the story of his daughter. :coy: She fine actress ... she make interpretation heap subtle ... she heap good diction and timing ... she make part really live for Indian brave. I'm not a pacifist, sir. I'm a coward. :scared: But if you can find a piano stool you can appear later on in the thread on film. What? It's acting, innit? Well, I'm a plumber, I can't act. :huh: The man from the off-license was terrible... a real failure that was - ten seconds of solid boredom. Joe Public doesn't want to sit down and watch three hours of documentaries every evening. :fuckinputer: Tell us about your latest film, Sir Robert, if you'd be so very kind. We were very thrilled and honored when Kirk agreed to play the part, because a star of his magnitude can pick and choose. :cosmo: :unsure: :macallan: And furthermore I suggest that you are none other than Ron Higgins, professional Cardinal Richelieu impersonator.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense. Yes, this is the story of Rear-Admiral Humphrey De Vere :ph34r: or rather, the story of his daughter. :coy: She fine actress ... she make interpretation heap subtle ... she heap good diction and timing ... she make part really live for Indian brave. I'm not a pacifist, sir. I'm a coward. :scared: But if you can find a piano stool you can appear later on in the thread on film. What? It's acting, innit? Well, I'm a plumber, I can't act. :huh: The man from the off-license was terrible... a real failure that was - ten seconds of solid boredom. Joe Public doesn't want to sit down and watch three hours of documentaries every evening. :fuckinputer: Tell us about your latest film, Sir Robert, if you'd be so very kind.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense. Yes, this is the story of Rear-Admiral Humphrey De Vere :ph34r: or rather, the story of his daughter. :coy: She fine actress ... she make interpretation heap subtle ... she heap good diction and timing ... she make part really live for Indian brave. I'm not a pacifist, sir. I'm a coward. :scared: But if you can find a piano stool you can appear later on in the thread on film. What? It's acting, innit? Well, I'm a plumber, I can't act. :huh: The man from the off-license was terrible... a real failure that was - ten seconds of solid boredom.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense. Yes, this is the story of Rear-Admiral Humphrey De Vere :ph34r: or rather, the story of his daughter. :coy: She fine actress ... she make interpretation heap subtle ... she heap good diction and timing ... she make part really live for Indian brave. I'm not a pacifist, sir. I'm a coward. :scared: But if you can find a piano stool you can appear later on in the thread on film.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense. Yes, this is the story of Rear-Admiral Humphrey De Vere :ph34r: or rather, the story of his daughter. :coy: She fine actress ... she make interpretation heap subtle ... she heap good diction and timing ... she make part really live for Indian brave.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory. :fistbump: And I want his only daughter to look upon me as her old dad, in a very real and legally binding sense.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :codger: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?

Purple lost their mojo until the mighty Steve Morse joined 4/5 of their best line-up, from 1994 to the present day. Can anyone save Rush from the ignominy of winning Pt. 3?

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year. :sundog: The Thames, lying like a silver turd between Richmond and Isleworth.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid. But for lunch, he crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. :blink: A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years.

No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid.

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please. I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh! The very words of the garage mechanic in Bude! Went to school there. Mother and father live there, ah yes. :wub: Anyway, as we were so far from home, as Mr. Robert, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo. Svientitzi hobonwy kratow sveguminurdy! :madra: I...I am no longer infected. Can I call you "sugar plum?" :drool: Yes. Never mind, never mind. 73 - send Lorraine in with a new gown, will you? The dress has been made entirely by hand from over three hundred pieces of Arabian shot silk especially created for bathory by Vargar's of Paris. :clap: OK, we`ll keep the dressing gown kinda loose, OK. OK boys, come on in!

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please. I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh! The very words of the garage mechanic in Bude! Went to school there. Mother and father live there, ah yes. :wub: Anyway, as we were so far from home, as Mr. Robert, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo. Svientitzi hobonwy kratow sveguminurdy! :madra: I...I am no longer infected. Can I call you "sugar plum?" :drool: Yes. Never mind, never mind. 73 - send Lorraine in with a new gown, will you?

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please. I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh! The very words of the garage mechanic in Bude! Went to school there. Mother and father live there, ah yes. :wub: Anyway, as we were so far from home, as Mr. Robert, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo. Svientitzi hobonwy kratow sveguminurdy! :madra: I...I am no longer infected.

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please. I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh! The very words of the garage mechanic in Bude! Went to school there. Mother and father live there, ah yes. :wub: Anyway, as we were so far from home, as Mr. Robert, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo.

That centaur/horse avatar you have up is hilarious! :lol: I remember seeing it years ago on YouTube and forgot about it until recently. Tony R has the same animated gif photo on his Prog Archives profile, so that's where I got it from. I want to like it but part of me is scared that it was a terrible experiment gone wrong :o

Van Halen had their songs "lullabied" by Dave`s sister, Lisa, a few years ago. Kind of fun but not worth me having kids for.

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please. I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh! The very words of the garage mechanic in Bude!

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they? You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, some people think I'm mad. Well, I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. :tsk: No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. The dig was going well that year, and Sir Simon was happier than I have ever seen him. :joker: Aye, well but they said Crippen was crazy didn't they?

How about one potato, two potato, sir? :unsure: No, no, you put them in separately when the vine leaves are ready. :| I see. Have you anything a bit more modern, like a job on the buses, or digging the underground? Can I just say here Robert, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus? Oh! Eh! You didn't ask me, you asked him. :hi: Well, I have for a long time been suffering from a species of brain injury which I incurred during the rigors of childbirth, and I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose.