the division of joy

ian brown... there's honestly too many... radiohead... the crystal method... sigur ros... placebo...

mexican beer is generally watered down swill.... corona and or sol for example

Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs Why don't you, sit right back, and I, I may tell you, a tale. A tale of three, little pigs, and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF. Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip. He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city. And then one day, he bought a guitar. He moved to Hollywood, to become a star. But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city. Built his house out of straw, what a pity. And then one day, jammin on some chords, Along came the wolf, knocking on his door. [Chorus] Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in. Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!! Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked. He spent most of his time just a gangsta smokin. Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach. Getting paid money for religious speech. He built his shelter from what garbage he picked. Mostly made up of old cans and sticks. Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley, And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley. [Chorus] Well the third little piggy, the grade A student. His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent. Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College. Built his house from his architect knowledge. A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills. Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills. And then one day came the old house smasher The BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER. [Chorus] Well the big bad Wolf, Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could. And low and behold the little piggy's house stood. "IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!", the little piggy shouted. The wolf just frowned, as he pouted. So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would. They sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could. [Rambo] "YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!" [machine gun fire] Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see. So thats to end the story, for you and me. If you still give a listen, you just may, Here a big wolf or little piggy say. [Chorus] "And the moral of the story is: 'A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show.'"

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i'd prefer the joy division version.... but eh, they both have their merits, just depends on the mood really

more bored of my 360.... i've played everything i have to death... and the merits of the ps2's playability is coming back in droves really

its not changed, but im hoping for it to be changed

He said that he loved me, never would go Now I find I'm sitting here on my own Was it something I said or done That made him pack his bags up and run Could it be another he's found It's breaking up a happy home Mister can you tell me where my love has gone He's a japanese boy I woke up one morning and my love was gone Oh my japanese boy Ohh I miss my japanese boy People ask about him every day Don't know what to tell them what can I say If only he would write me or call A word of explaination that's all It would stop me climbing the wall It's breaking up a happy home Mister can you tell me where my love has gone He's a japanese boy I woke up one morning and my love was gone Oh my japanese boy Ohh I miss my japanese boy Was it something I said or done That made him pack his bags up and run Could it be another he's found He's breaking up a happy home Mister can you tell me where my love has gone He's a japanese boy I woke up one morning and my love was gone Oh my japanese boy Mister can you tell me where my love has gone He's a japanese boy I woke up one morning and my love was gone Oh my japanese boy

so mate, you up for a swap 360 for wii?

soundgarden stone temple pilots alice in chains pumpkins radiohead muse the list is infiniate

Infiniti are an offshoot of nissan, their luxury brand, but infiniti are not as quality made as one would think, in recent reliability surveys they languished in the botton half....

The Egg - Walking Away

i have no worries about the backwards compatibility, given that i'll be resting my ps2 nicely on top of it, and im putting a deposit down when i get paid next in my local xtravision

holy fuckola monica belucci is spectacular

im plannin on buying one of theses badboys fairly swift.... they look fairly awesome.... and you know its going to end up better than the ps2.....

i've gotten bored of my xbox as of late... i've been playing too many good ps2 games... ffxii.. rule of rose.. lma 2007..

Joy Division - Dead Souls Someone take these dreams away, That point me to another day, A duel of personalities, That stretch all true realities. That keep calling me, They keep calling me, Keep on calling me, They keep calling me. Where figures from the past stand tall, And mocking voices ring the halls. Imperialistic house of prayer, Conquistadors who took their share. That keep calling me, They keep calling me, Keep on calling me, They keep calling me. Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me. They keep calling me, Keep on calling me, They keep calling me, They keep calling me.

313, when you start tabbing out final fantasy songs to play on the guitar.... 314, when you master one winged angel (advent children version) on guitar

no a team? damn

i was going to review the rochefort 8, and i drank some of it last night.... however, i got very drunk and i cant remember it.... it did get me very, Very drunk.... but don't mix it with tequila vodka and red bull... it makes you very, very sick

Nine Inch Nails - La Mer And when the day arrives Ill become the sky And Ill become the sea And the sea will come to kiss me For I am going Home Nothing can stop me now

i cant remember anything from last night....

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British girls are easy, give them a bacardi breezer and they'll ride you like seabiscuit