the division of joy

hahahahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah fuck, get that dude a beer or something on a side note hot chick with a message

Final fantasy x-2..... useless....

i'm still really stoned.... really really fuckin stoned.... hash rules

The Arcade Fire - Neighbourhood #1 (tunnels) im still stoned...

its 10 am,. and i am unbelievably stoned.... great way to start the day....

The Undertones - Teenage Kicks

did you quote yourself there?? anyway... The Cure-Burn

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

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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Topper Harley: You have the whitest white-part-of-the-eyes I've ever seen. Do you floss? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Admiral Benson: My eyes are ceramic. Caught a bazooka round at Little Big Horn. Or was it Okinawa? The one without the Indians. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Topper Harley: Those are some long legs... Ramada Thompson: I just had them lengthened. Now they go all the way up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Commander Block: Admiral Benson! Admiral Benson: Really? That's my name too. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Topper Harley: Interesting perfume. Ramada Thompson: It's Vicks. I have a cold. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Topper Harley: I've fallen for you like a blind roofer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson: I'm in a hospital! What could go wrong? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Admiral Benson: God, I love a good funeral! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.

confused as to why theres so many "notarchmembers" and when its going to stop...

just wait till it hits ireland, our inflation kicks in then the price goes up thanks to the bliss we call the euro.... fuck....

ill kick your ass bitch!! you know i would back to the point two more years - bloc party

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

hurt - nine inch nails.... love it, hate it, either way, its better than mr cash's version

cant say your far wrong here

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

i like to think ive a diverse taste in women.... and my pint of guinness is where?

not totally disagreeing with you... im just saying... sometimes they can get too big this however.. is nice

we all have our own tastes,

why do women make their breasts that big.... its really not attractive

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

are you aware that omd write half of kylie minogue's stuff? odd fact i found out recently.... iggy pop - lust for life

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

Róyksopp - Poor Leno to be followed by Bigmouth strikes again (smiths cover) - Placebo