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I'm watching the fourth season of South Park, including this awesome song from the wonderfully titled episode 'Something You Can Do with Your Finger': Mrs. Landers was a health nut, she cooked food in a wok, Mr. Harris was her boyfriend, and he had a great big Cock-a-doodle-doodle, the rooster just won't quit, And I don't want my breakfast, because it tastes like Shih Tzus make good house pets, they're cuddly and sweet, Monkeys aren't good to have, 'cos they like to beat their Meeting in the office, a meeting in the hall, The boss he wants to see you, so you can suck his Balzac was a writer, he lived with Allen Funt, Mrs. Roberts didn't like him, but that's 'cos she's a Contaminated water, can really make you sick, Your bladder gets infected, and blood comes out your Dictate what I'm saying, 'cos it will bring you luck, and if you all don't like it, I don't give a flying ****!
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#9493
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#9494
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Samhain is enjoying listening to Minutemen so I'll continue with them for a bit.
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#9495
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#9497
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I will now get on with the day....
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#9498
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I was cleaning the bar at the end of the day, and this was playing on Planet Rock It made me think of my dad, who loved cricket, and who died in October of last year "When the day is done And the ball has spun In the umpire's pocket away And all remains in the groundsman's pains For the rest of time And a day There'll be one mad dog and his master Pushing for four with the spin On a dusty pitch With two pounds six of willow wood In the sun When an old cricketer leaves the crease You never know whether he's gone If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse Of a twelfth man at silly mid-on And it could be Geoff, and it could be John With a new ball sting in his tail And it could be me, and it could be thee And it could be the sting in the ale The sting in the ale When an old cricketer leaves the crease Well, you never know whether he's gone If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse Of a twelfth man on silly mid-on And it could be Geoff, and it could be John With a new ball sting in his tail And it could be me, and it could be thee And it could be the sting in the ale The sting in the ale When the moment comes And the gathering stands And the clock turns back to reflect On the years of grace As those footsteps trace For the last time out of the act Well, this way of life's recollection The hallowed strip in the haze The fabled men and the noonday sun Are much more than yarns of their day When an old cricketer leaves the crease Well, you never know whether he's gone If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse Of a twelfth man on silly mid-on And it could be Geoff, and it could be John With a new ball sting in his tail And it could be me, and it could be thee And it could be the sting in the ale The sting in the ale When an old cricketer leaves the crease Well, you never know whether he's gone If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse Of a twelfth man on silly mid-on And it could be Geoff, and it could be John With a new ball sting in his tail And it could be me, and it could be thee"
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#9500
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I've been on a massive Mr Bungle binge recently and always come back to this fantastic performance https://www.youtu.be/mJstGnsAQP4 |
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