Posted by Turd on the run on September 19, 1999 at 20:15:05:
In Reply to: But too late now for earthquake retrofitting posted by Twice Bashed in the East Bay, Most Recently 2 Years Ago This Month on September 19, 1999 at 18:45:35:
WARNING: the following message has been rated TV-FU, it may contain humor; satyre; naughty words; seplling errirs; partial nudity; violence; and possibly a cameo Dennis Franz's ass, pharmicutical guidence is suggested.
This REALY could be the last time.
The Stones rock, the Beatles are wannabe's.
Keef and Ronnie have lost their skillz.
Voodoo Lounge rocks, B2B sucks.
Voodoo Lounge sucks, B2B rocks.
Mick Taylor is god, to hell with Woodie and Brian.
Brian deserved to die.
Brian was killed by a "vast right-wing conspiricy".
Brian simply drown.
Fuck that junkie Brian, he shoulda learned to handle his shit like Hendrix and Morrison did, oh yea, they ODed too, never mind.
Satisfaction is the best song ever recorded by the Stones, or any other band.
The best Stones songs are the seldem heard "deep album cuts".
The Stones are too old to be relevent.
The Stones should pack it in.
The Stones should've packed it in after Brian Jones died.
The Stones should've packed it in when Mick Taylor quit.
The Stones should've packed it in after Some Girls.
The Stones should stay together untill the world ends.
The Stones are fuckin' immortal.
The Stones are fuckin' immoral.
Mick is too old to be fuckin' around.
I wish I could get hot models inta bed with me when I'm that old.
Mick is too old to be prancing around the stage.
Mick is in better shape than most 19-year-olds.
The Stones suck.
The Stones rock, it's just their fans that suck.
In the words of a Monty Python sketch, "spam spam spam spam, spam spam spam spam, spamity spam.
Now that I've declared my self great-king-god-muthafucka Troll, the supreme leader of spiced-pork-product on this board, there is no more reason for anyone else to ever post here.
I appologise, every hundred-or-so messages I just need to unload my mental cache files.
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