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Failure (a band everyone should check out) - The Nurse Who Loved me
Say hello to the rug's topography
It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
Say hello to the shrinking in your head
You can't see it but you know its there so don't neglect it
I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
Say hello to all the apples on the ground
They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping
Say hello to everything you've left behind
It's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it
I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need some pills and a little cup
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
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some greatness from hotshots....
Admiral Benson: I slipped on a crab. Who put that crab
there?
Lt. Commander Block: I don't see any crab.
Admiral Benson: Don't tell me. There were two crabs
they work in pairs.
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Admiral Benson: Call down to the galley and order up
some soup.
Lt. Commander Block: Yes, sir.
Admiral Benson: Ahhh... I love soup. At least I think
I love soup. Blasted shell! It's either soup or duck.
Which one do you shoot?
Lt. Commander Block: Duck, sir.
[Admiral Benson hits head on desk while ducking]
Lt. Commander Block: Are you alright, sir?
Admiral Benson: Of course I'm alright!
Why, what have you heard?
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Admiral Benson: Oh, by the way I would like to
thank you for having us over for dinner the
other night. Cheryl and I thought the stroganoff
was marvelous.
Lt. Commander Block: But sir, we didn't have dinner
the other night.
Admiral Benson: Really? Then where the hell was I?
And who's this Cheryl?
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Topper Harley: You have the whitest white-part-of-the-eyes
I've ever seen. Do you floss?
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Admiral Benson: My eyes are ceramic. Caught a
bazooka round at Little Big Horn. Or was
it Okinawa? The one without the Indians.
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Admiral Benson: Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson is dead.
So is Mo Green, Tataglia, Barzini, the heads of all
the five families. It is at moments like these,
my dear friends, that we must ask ourselves:
"How can this not be part of some larger plan?"
Do good men like Dead Meat Thompson just blink out
one day like a bad bulb? I mean, one minute you're
in bed with a knockout gal... or guy, and the next,
you're a compost heap. Doesn't that bother any of you?
Because it scares the living piss outta me!
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Topper Harley: Those are some long legs...
Ramada Thompson: I just had them lengthened.
Now they go all the way up.
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[Admiral Benson enters the briefing room in riding pants]
Admiral Benson: Be seated! Ah... Many of you are
wondering what's wrong with my pants, well they
started running short on materials right before
they got to the knees so don't give me any shit.
Ah. I look out there on all you wonderful guys
and I say to myself "What I wouldn't give
to be 20 years younger... and a woman". You know,
I've personally flown over 194 missions and
I was shot down on every one. Come to think of it,
I've never landed a plane in my life.
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Topper Harley: So... I guess you've been
with a man before...
Ramada Thompson: I'm a virgin.
I'm just not very good at it.
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Lt. Commander Block: Admiral Benson!
Admiral Benson: Really? That's my name too.
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Lt. Commander Block: How are ya, sir?
Admiral Benson: Hawaii? Goddamn it, Bill,
I'm supposed to be in California.
Lt. Commander Block: No, sir, this is California.
Admiral Benson: Well, gotta run. Good luck.
Lt. Commander Block: But, sir, this is your command.
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Topper Harley: I could never find time for love.
It's too heavy. It's an anchor that drowns a man.
Besides, I got the sky, the smell of jet exhaust, my bike.
Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson: A loner?
Topper Harley: No. I own it.
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Lt. Commander Block: Every aerial photo and
recon report indicate a defensive arsenal in
the D, and perhaps negative C, categories.
There's also some anti-aircraft squadrons.
They can send up an ack-ack umbrella high enough
to make any attack ineffective.
Admiral Benson: I don't have a clue what you're
talkin' about, Phil. Not a fucking clue.
I have a shell the size of a fist in my head.
Pork Chop Hill. The only way I can make this
goddamn toupee to stay on is by magnetizing
the entire upper left quadrant of my skull, so
you just go ahead and do what you do.
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Topper Harley: Interesting perfume.
Ramada Thompson: It's Vicks. I have a cold.
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[Jets start their engines]
Admiral Benson: God, that's loud. My ear canals are
very sensitive. They're stainless steel. Took a bullet
in Corregidor. Passed straight through.
[air controller gets his earplugs out]
Air Controller: We have these to hold down the sound, sir.
Admiral Benson: Oh, good. Thanks.
[swallows the earplugs]
Let's hope they do the trick.
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Topper Harley: Mrs. Thompson, I know you must hate me
right now but there's something I want you to have.
I've been putting a little away for the past
ten years. It's not much. 2500. I wish I could do more.
Mrs. Mary 'Dead Meat' Thompson: Why, Topper
That's so sweet. Why, with the three million
that I won on this Lucky Lotto ticket, I can take
this 2500 and just blow it all on hats.
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Admiral Benson: Thompson wasn't that good
a pilot, anyway. He only had a small family.
The kids are a pain in the ass. The wife's
on the sauce. Hell, poor bastard's better off dead.
What size shoes do you wear?
Lt. Commander Block: A nine, sir.
Admiral Benson: Good. It's settled then.
We'll send Harley to the front.
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Topper Harley: I've fallen for you like a blind roofer.
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Admiral Benson: Gentlemen, we've waited a long time
to hear this. In exactly five hours and 17 minutes,
we hit the enemy toast.
Lt. Commander Block: I think that's the enemy coast, sir.
Admiral Benson: Huh? Coast? That'll take a
little more planning. But it doesn't matter.
Our assignment is to knock out the nuclear-weapons
plant at Falafel Heights. The plant goes on line
in 12 hours and is heavily defended. Now, if you
have trouble hitting your objective, your
secondary targets are here and here:
an accordion factory and a mime school.
Good luck, gentlemen. Blink, take over.
Oh, there's one more thing.
(admiral gets accidentally hit by a metal pipe with a
loud ringing sound). I'll get that. It's probably for me.
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Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Looks like enemy
aircraft at 12 o'clock.
Admiral Benson: Really? 12 o'clock?
Well, that gives us about...
[checks his watch]
25 minutes. Think I'll step out for a burger.
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Topper Harley: Can you save him?
Doctor: Can't be sure. I'm not a very good doctor.
[Pushing "Dead Meat" through the hospital to emergency]
Quick, nurse check his penis.
See if its longer than mine.
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Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson: I'm in a hospital!
What could go wrong?
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Admiral Benson: God, I love a good funeral!
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Admiral Benson: [after his cap blew off and
landed in the sea] Holy Cow! My cap blew off!
Swing her round. We'll pick it up.
Officer: But, sir, we're on the mission.
Admiral Benson: Good thinking. We'll pick it up
on the way back. We gotta mark the spot, though.
Put Robinowitz in a life raft. Have him row in
circles until we return.
Officer: It could be days.
Admiral Benson: Then put some food in the life raft,
for god's sake, man. Do I have to think of everything?
We'll tape his favourite shows, he won't miss anything.
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confused as to why theres so many "notarchmembers"
and when its going to stop...
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just wait till it hits ireland, our inflation kicks in then the price goes up thanks to the bliss we call the euro....
fuck....
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ill kick your ass bitch!! you know i would
back to the point
two more years - bloc party
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who is she.... besides hot....
on a side note, dumb chick from that 70's show mila kunis
and the smouldering red head chick (not any more) from the same show,. laura prepon
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hurt - nine inch nails....
love it, hate it, either way, its better than mr cash's version
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cant say your far wrong here
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arms or not, you would not say not to a chick with a rack like that, especially in a corset...
im not an expert on judging breasts at a glance however
all i can say is that theyre nice
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i like to think ive a diverse taste in women.... and my pint of guinness is where?
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not totally disagreeing with you...
im just saying...
sometimes they can get too big
this however.. is nice
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we all have our own tastes,
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why do women make their breasts that big.... its really not attractive
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lol, im surprised you didnt say something about judas priest and the beatles next to each other....
in retrospect, it would make a fun concert
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are you aware that omd write half of kylie minogue's stuff?
odd fact i found out recently....
iggy pop - lust for life
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Starfuckers, Inc. - nine inch nails
my god sits in the back of the limousine
my god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
my god pouts on the cover of the magazine
my god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game
it's called insincerity
starfuckers
starfuckers
starfuckers, inc.
starfuckers
I am every fucking thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
and when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
it's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(asskisser)
starfuckers
starfuckers
starfuckers, inc.
starfuckers
all our pain
how did you think we'd get by without you?
you're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
now I belong I'm one of the chosen ones
now I belong I'm one of the beautiful ones
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Róyksopp - Poor Leno to be followed by
Bigmouth strikes again (smiths cover) - Placebo
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wow, holy shit sen... the mars volta... nice....
at the drive in - one armed scissor to be followed by
eriatarka - mars volta
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The Stone Roses - Waterfall...
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right now im listening to an instrumental version of all along the watchtower....
im not sure who does it, but its on the ali soundtrack (as far as i can remember)....
the guitarwork on it fairly awesome....
aint no jimi though
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if anything i would have said more a marilyn manson/lordi attempt....
but they are somewhat of an acquired taste... much like dutch gold (so im told)
but games arent to suit everyone (unless theyre gta... and youve a penis.... or have a testosterone fetish)
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Final Fantasy 3/6 was groundbreaking, i liked the way everyone had their own specific role and they could only use certain types of things
it really paved the way for the weapon system in ff7
kefka was the shit (tits)
he beat sephiroth hands down, who in the end of it all was somewhat of a pussy protected by jenova and a mutated form of himself....
it was possibly the hardest of the lot (barring one... which was near impossible and still to this day i find taxing)
but it was brilliant how at the start they built up your hopes that its going to be an easy ride when you have the tek-armour and the intensely strong attacks for such an early stage and they give you a virtual kick in the sack and dump you out on your own.....
so much to love about the game like the blitz limit breaks....
i could go on but i am totally rambling now at this stage....
coming to think of it, six is rivalling seven, but i dont think it will ever beat it... after all, i spent the majority of one summer writing a 3mb text walkthrough on seven for all the plebians who need an easy way out i got that bored.....
looking at this... i really need to learn how to paragraph and not rant
What are you listening to right now?
in Music for the Masses
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did you quote yourself there??
anyway... The Cure-Burn