Crazy Rockers.
'Let's stroll together, my ginger-headed love. Stroll through the sun-dappled, highly flammable fields and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. What's that you say? Clothes? Of course you won't need clothes. Not here, not now. Just slip into your wipe 'n' wear bikini with matching headband and all will be well with the world. And you know why? Because we're crazy, darling. We're crazy, crazy rockers.
Long may we reign.'
1041 days til the next election.
Oh, and today's internerd community announcement: Go see the latest wrongness from my beloved Krankiboy . Never has one man made the term 'gang raper' seem quite so witty and off-the-cuff.
UPDATE:
Jess from Ausculture is back . Oh, fuck. You will laugh hard at this post or never again darken my door.
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Kranki is a champion, as are you Ms Fits. In fact I decided to take his lead on the "If I had an island" idea and came up with this. So come on Fitsio, give us your take on The Isle of Fits.
P.S. I would appreciate your opinion on this dilemma.
Don't know where you found that album. It must be Dutch, but I have never heard of the band. Classic cover though!
www.gerbie.tk
In the blog world you are the hot lead singer and I am the bass player, happy to get your sloppy second groupies. Which I am. 1/4 of my readers come through you. When are you going to write a guest post on my blog like and interview and it will be like I'm the host and you're the hot guest. It would help my ratings. It would be fun and I could ask all sorts of inappropriate questions and the world could embrace out banter. I'm going to bed now it's late. I hope you're climaxing in the woods as I type these words.
Isle of fits? Cool.
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