The King of Pussy Gettin
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Choon of the Day, redux
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- bobbins is a stupid ilx term chongle mossif choon of the day acid reflux copper nonce didcot parkway didcot parkway didcot parkway don't like most of these songs everybody is weeping foolish buffoon just loads of shakira tunes back to back mr tea stuck a toadstool up his bum nonce reggae omazed predator soundtrack but only the drums real queens run the city step aside bitch shut it down this goes out to all the players in the hood
IdleRich
IdleRich
Seem to be pretty good these Hologram guys. Their latest album is called Return to Chapel Perilous and seems to be more of the same - on discogs the cheapest copy is thirty quid, plus shipping and Portugal tax makes it over fifty quid for the album. Still, I can listen online, this one is cool...
IdleRich
IdleRich
I saw them live once supporting a friend's band, nothing like this really. These lot are making a pretty good fist of ripping off famous psych soundtracks like this
And this kinda Italian acid funk which I guess, fair enough, is the sound that Red Snapper etc limply approximated and politely polished
And this kinda Italian acid funk which I guess, fair enough, is the sound that Red Snapper etc limply approximated and politely polished
william_kent
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that's just reminded of one of my favourite dance video clips
Dancers during Dj Pierre's set DEMF 2010
plastic dreams is playing, and a woman who has either taken dance lessons since she was five, or maybe she's just a natural, is facing off and trading moves with a guy in a yellow tee shirt who must have been to more than one ballroom - and then a dreadlocked guy circles like a shark, watches and he must think "I'll show him how to vogue" and before you know it, it's a three way battle
always brings a smile to my face
IdleRich
IdleRich
Shitty day. I managed to resist pulling the trigger on that purchase, was pleased with myself that I saved fifty quid. Then, this afternoon I played squash, had a good gane and enjoyed catching up with my man Charlie who I ain't seen in a while. After the game had a couple of beers on the veranda watching some kids play tennis as the sun went down, a lovely evening all told...
Until I left to drive home. Fucking car fucking clamped in the sports centre carpark! I thought it was part of their facilities, have played there about fifty times and had no idea you had to pay. I wasn't the only one, guy next was there on a team building exercise and he got arsefucked too.
So getting it out of the trap cost twice as much as my saving from forbearing to buy that album. Motherfucker! Wish I'd stayed in and bought the thing damn.
woops
is not like other people
the moral of this story is never play sport always buy records.
