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Not On Your Nelly

Member since 2003 · Posted 13 Oct 2003 · 7 comments

I saw George Melly Last night on telly Rubbing his belly With warm salty muck

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[n/a] <~> 13-Oct-03/12:17 PM Reply
indeed. what inspired said muck?
[5] Shuushin › <~> 13-Oct-03/2:02 PM Reply
I was afraid to ask...
[10] Bachus 13-Oct-03/1:12 PM Reply
This is charming.
[3] kingit 13-Oct-03/1:55 PM Reply
should be shot with a ball of your own shit! Take a 3 & a P
[5] Shuushin 13-Oct-03/2:02 PM Reply
A nice start to. something.
[0] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 14-Oct-03/1:49 PM Reply
http://www.oxfordstudent.com/2001-02-22/ox2/2

You must be the one in the black jumper and pink lipstick. I do hope the Prosopography of Anglo-Saxon England Project is going well. Cheers. Yep. Cheers. Bye. Yep. Bye. You too. Cheers.
[n/a] Jeremi B. Handrinos 14-Oct-03/2:04 PM Reply
"The modern story, involving the torture of an American journalist (David Smith) by a military doctor (Alex Burghart), and the journalist's rescue by a soldier (Stephen Karam) is merged into myth when the characters take on new identities: the doctor as Hermes, messenger of Zeus, the solider as Prometheus, and the victim as mankind."

The last time I was a "solider"? I was a giant chunk of Gay Dry Ice. Repeatedly refusing to melt I smoked like an angry crack, an grunmbling volcanic gourge making the tourists lick their finger and staple huge flaming peeneye to their foreheads. Unfortunately, a young wisened lad with an industrial condom fork came along and threw my heaving cloudy carcass into the rubbish where as I then wept to death next to a head of buzzing kale.