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Just fantasising what I'd like to do with those BIG red hands. Starting with whatever artwanker 'creative' came up with the idea. I then might move on to Rossi and see if the hand fits through that 'hole in the nose where all the cocaine goes'. As for Parfitt, I might just pat him on the head as he really is like that annoying shaggy haired mutt that insists upon following you home every time despite repeated shouts of 'fugoff'!
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So nothing can stop us now that we have beaten Melbourne Victory. (Ahem) Premiership and cup double obviously this coming season then Europe winners for the next ten years at least. Just have to offload Gnasher first!
As Kevin Rudd trumpets his 'PNG solution', it's worth thinking about the price Nauru has paid for hosting detention centres
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NB: There really is a guy named Carlos Danger: His sexting name is Benito Catastrophe! Also proving that gawd has a sense of humor yesterday was Monica Lewinsky's birthday, National Hot Dog Day, and Carlos Danger's weiner outing day...
That will prompt a hissy fit I'm sure...
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After Nirvana became big, the major booking agencies wanted you to take
their shitty post-grunge bands in order to get their good bands. One
very vivid memory is—what’s the name of that fucking band? Starts with a
K. Korn. When Korn played Maxwell’s, I said to myself, “What the fuck am I doing here?” The crowd was ugly. The bass player punched their bus
driver in the face. It was the exact opposite of why I opened Maxwell’s.