.....well, do you know what Lady GaGa I don't give a shit.
Cause I want that fucking cool fitted, black, leather peaked cap that the fella is wearing in the following scenes below;
At 0.26, when we first the hot hat,
Then at 0.56-1.29, the hot hat does some cool dancing at this stage,
We get a glimpse of the hat at 1.35,
It's having hopping time in the train from 1.47-1.58,
Another final glimpse at 2.14-2.16.
I've being looking for it everywhere, and all I get is this old ancient military stuff.
I remember Jake Shears was wearing a cool one on the Cover of Attitude back in June 06, and I wanted it back then too.......
I want it more than Google's fucking Dad's scarf (Google remember, my birthday is the 22nd of March)!!!
Where can you get them?
Help!
My life depends on it.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals,
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
Exactly what The Bloodhound Gang said.
You see it annoys me that sex is considered a bad word to some. Maybe it's because they don't want there children to lose their innocence at such a young age or some feel it's a topic which should be only spoken within the bedroom walls.
But we're living in an age where the taboo factor of sex should be long gone. The time were people never spoke about it was when people who shouldn't be doing it were. Who? The priests of Ireland, the ones that considered it a sin.
You see people forget that it such a natural thing, everyone does it! See the dolphins below their having a fucking threesome for God sake. That one is getting a right dicking.
If it was such a bad thing, why do we feel so great during and after it.
You see even the birds know we're on to a good thing.
That bird is getting a pounding.
So lets get away from our missionary position and enjoy what could become your true calling to go to bed.
Watch sex for sex tips, rather than switch the channel because you feel uncomfortable. Take notes. If mammals, even birds can do it without any cares in the world, why should you shy away from it.
Open the curtains.
Get a dildo.
Have a wank on the bus (let the pensioner see).
Do it again already.
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
Exactly what The Bloodhound Gang said.
You see it annoys me that sex is considered a bad word to some. Maybe it's because they don't want there children to lose their innocence at such a young age or some feel it's a topic which should be only spoken within the bedroom walls.
But we're living in an age where the taboo factor of sex should be long gone. The time were people never spoke about it was when people who shouldn't be doing it were. Who? The priests of Ireland, the ones that considered it a sin.
You see people forget that it such a natural thing, everyone does it! See the dolphins below their having a fucking threesome for God sake. That one is getting a right dicking.
If it was such a bad thing, why do we feel so great during and after it.
You see even the birds know we're on to a good thing.
That bird is getting a pounding.
So lets get away from our missionary position and enjoy what could become your true calling to go to bed.
Watch sex for sex tips, rather than switch the channel because you feel uncomfortable. Take notes. If mammals, even birds can do it without any cares in the world, why should you shy away from it.
Open the curtains.
Get a dildo.
Have a wank on the bus (let the pensioner see).
Do it again already.
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Monday, February 16, 2009
i'm a boobietarian
Yes you heard me,
basically it means I exclude boobs out of my daily lifestyle.
Even when I was a baby, my mother said I was the only one that never took to breastfeeding. She blames the milk......
....however I think different, even at 6 hours post-delivery I couldn't stomach the concept of a breast in my mouth.
When I starting playing dump, kissing girls, pretending it was like the best thing since slice butter-I knew the thought of go up along the outside of someone's bra would make me die inside.
I've never felt up a girl....no lie!
I ran into to a wall once, when someone came chasing towards me with the notion she was going to smother to death with her boobies.
I can't understand the attraction to them, even with all the things you can do with them (like down below), I can only find ways to dislike them. My dislike has grown to become a great hatred of recent years and below you will get my 11 reasons why:
#1-The right breast.
#2-The left breast.
#3-The formation of the two, the set basically.
#4-The nipple.
#5-Saggy breasts, nothing scares me more when they hang. And women out there let me tell you another thing, they don't improve with age. They become drooping testicles with eyes pointing out at ya.
#6-Fake breasts, the ones that defy all the laws of gravity. Just let them be, stop adding unwanted attention to the yokes.
#7-The tan line that breasts leave behind. Like if your gonna have them, you might as well let them see the sun. Or is that girls really do know how manky they really are?
#8-When the nipple is a far darker colour than the boob itself or when the nipple devours the whole breast. It's like they caught AIDS or something. And the inverted nipples are rank too.
#9-When one boob is bigger than the other. How unfortunate for such an unfortunate creation that I have to suffer to see everyday of my life.
#10-The sexual image of them makes me cry. Someone once told me how she made someone cum all over her by giving him a titty wank. Picture the pearl necklace folks.......ain't pretty is it?
#11-Finally they produce milk.........vomit!!!
basically it means I exclude boobs out of my daily lifestyle.
Even when I was a baby, my mother said I was the only one that never took to breastfeeding. She blames the milk......
....however I think different, even at 6 hours post-delivery I couldn't stomach the concept of a breast in my mouth.
When I starting playing dump, kissing girls, pretending it was like the best thing since slice butter-I knew the thought of go up along the outside of someone's bra would make me die inside.
I've never felt up a girl....no lie!
I ran into to a wall once, when someone came chasing towards me with the notion she was going to smother to death with her boobies.
I can't understand the attraction to them, even with all the things you can do with them (like down below), I can only find ways to dislike them. My dislike has grown to become a great hatred of recent years and below you will get my 11 reasons why:
#1-The right breast.
#2-The left breast.
#3-The formation of the two, the set basically.
#4-The nipple.
#5-Saggy breasts, nothing scares me more when they hang. And women out there let me tell you another thing, they don't improve with age. They become drooping testicles with eyes pointing out at ya.
#6-Fake breasts, the ones that defy all the laws of gravity. Just let them be, stop adding unwanted attention to the yokes.
#7-The tan line that breasts leave behind. Like if your gonna have them, you might as well let them see the sun. Or is that girls really do know how manky they really are?
#8-When the nipple is a far darker colour than the boob itself or when the nipple devours the whole breast. It's like they caught AIDS or something. And the inverted nipples are rank too.
#9-When one boob is bigger than the other. How unfortunate for such an unfortunate creation that I have to suffer to see everyday of my life.
#10-The sexual image of them makes me cry. Someone once told me how she made someone cum all over her by giving him a titty wank. Picture the pearl necklace folks.......ain't pretty is it?
#11-Finally they produce milk.........vomit!!!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
77 anyone?
Lately I've beginning to think, if you want anyone to see Dublin in it's true glory. Pop them on a 77.
Why? I'll explain.
I get on the bus and walk in with a group of everyones. You have the following (highlighted in green);
-The ordinary people-the people that work at banks, shops or where ever they work. Who listen to their i-pod and cause no harm. The ones who just want to get home to their families or friends. The ones that look out the window waiting for the bus stop to arrive.
-The troublesome- they're the ones on the back of the bus upstairs that always make that annoying women talk from the speakers, "Dublin bus would like to remind you, that it is illegal to smoke on all buses........".
-Then you would get the Travellers coming on, probably start a fight within their clan and then drift on into conversation, which is more like mumble to my ears. Something about playing golf and you just know that doesn't contain a 18 hole golf course.
-You usually get the junkie types, swaying side by side off their seats but managing to stay on the seat all the less, they usually get off at Cork street though.
-The emos and rockers-they speak for themselves in appearance more than anything else.
-The school-kids\teenagers-bring the noise to the bus. If it's not their ridiculous talk in show, it's their phones playing music aloud.
-The gays-this would include my fabulous self, a highlight of the journey if i may just add.
-The pram pushers-the ones that block the entrance for the whole journey.
-The pensioners-talking about the old times, bingo on Sunday night or the latest news that hits the airwaves. Looking at every new passenger with a smile.
-The foreigners-most likely Polish or from Africa. Coming to Ireland in hope of a better life, the ones that never are a spot of trouble, well on the buses in anyway.
My point. In such a journey we get to see Dublin. We see all that represents Dublin, well maybe apart from the super rich. But I'll bring my guest to Legs to see that.
You see, people forget that Tallaght has a population of well over 100 thousand. They hear and witness the bad but forget the ordinary, the ones who cause no harm, the ones who take a bus to go home to their precious kids. The ones that look at the minority in disguise, who are ashamed of their neighbours that cause so much unwanted trouble.
I'm no Tallaght romantic, I'm well aware of what takes place. But I'm also a firm believer that if it wasn't for my Tallaght roots, I would have become a narrow-minded fool who could never understand the 'buts' in life. Who just thinks one way but can never stir their thoughts in a different direction.
So please, I beg, all you Hitlers and Stalins out there, don't nuke Tallaght!
Why?
Because I have a 77 to catch tomorrow morning.
Why? I'll explain.
I get on the bus and walk in with a group of everyones. You have the following (highlighted in green);
-The ordinary people-the people that work at banks, shops or where ever they work. Who listen to their i-pod and cause no harm. The ones who just want to get home to their families or friends. The ones that look out the window waiting for the bus stop to arrive.
-The troublesome- they're the ones on the back of the bus upstairs that always make that annoying women talk from the speakers, "Dublin bus would like to remind you, that it is illegal to smoke on all buses........".
-Then you would get the Travellers coming on, probably start a fight within their clan and then drift on into conversation, which is more like mumble to my ears. Something about playing golf and you just know that doesn't contain a 18 hole golf course.
-You usually get the junkie types, swaying side by side off their seats but managing to stay on the seat all the less, they usually get off at Cork street though.
-The emos and rockers-they speak for themselves in appearance more than anything else.
-The school-kids\teenagers-bring the noise to the bus. If it's not their ridiculous talk in show, it's their phones playing music aloud.
-The gays-this would include my fabulous self, a highlight of the journey if i may just add.
-The pram pushers-the ones that block the entrance for the whole journey.
-The pensioners-talking about the old times, bingo on Sunday night or the latest news that hits the airwaves. Looking at every new passenger with a smile.
-The foreigners-most likely Polish or from Africa. Coming to Ireland in hope of a better life, the ones that never are a spot of trouble, well on the buses in anyway.
My point. In such a journey we get to see Dublin. We see all that represents Dublin, well maybe apart from the super rich. But I'll bring my guest to Legs to see that.
You see, people forget that Tallaght has a population of well over 100 thousand. They hear and witness the bad but forget the ordinary, the ones who cause no harm, the ones who take a bus to go home to their precious kids. The ones that look at the minority in disguise, who are ashamed of their neighbours that cause so much unwanted trouble.
I'm no Tallaght romantic, I'm well aware of what takes place. But I'm also a firm believer that if it wasn't for my Tallaght roots, I would have become a narrow-minded fool who could never understand the 'buts' in life. Who just thinks one way but can never stir their thoughts in a different direction.
So please, I beg, all you Hitlers and Stalins out there, don't nuke Tallaght!
Why?
Because I have a 77 to catch tomorrow morning.
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