Dear Mrs. Carter…don't think my heart could withstand an inhalation, of any measure, of fentanyl, but if you could ship the rest of the contraband to my address it would be most appreciated. Need a little uplifting as my spirit goes, and never heard of a someone riding the dragon who was in a bad mood! You can keep the meth….let Border Patrol report a bust.
Some European Anon embedded this song months ago. This morning it’s been on repeat in my brain. There’s something to it, but fuck all if I understand what the lyrics mean. That said, it’s a song to get up and dance to….never a crime.
Hey Anon. Thanks! In a MILLION years I would have never come to that understanding, so appreciate you taking the time to post and inform me. That actually makes sense. Yes, a pilot would need landmarks/routes to follow to get to the target. I never saw it. Cheers mate. As an aside, it's a nice tune…something about the tempo or rhythmic pulse makes it one that stays around in the recess of my mind. Cheers mate.
What da fuk das dis even mean?
L.A.M.E.
Guessing that's Kate B.?
To all the moo joos on the board I offer this:
Brothers in Arms – Dire Straits
Written and composed by David and Mark Nopfler, two JEWS. Two Jews who have contributed more to a harmonic and peaceful earth than any of you rank amateurs could dream to be.
Though this performance only includes Mark Nopfler, were he asked, he would say he wished his brother was there to take part.
Listen and enjoy, and to the moo joos I say this:
FUCK YOU!
And if you didn’t hear what I said the first time, let me repeat it.
FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER WASTES OF SPACE!