That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
I thought it was Watch me crank it, etc.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 09, 2011, 01:51:17 amI thought it was Watch me crank it, etc.No no, he's pondering ephemeral nature of identityin no way is it a song about dancing to your own music and bangin hoes
I submit this beautiful example of Dutch folk music:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHEFbX81XWQ(btw the guy singing it is actually slightly ummm "simple", which doesn't make it less hilarious and beautiful and awesome that this song is actually scoring a big hit in the Dutch charts.)
ZANGER RINUS. HE'S AUTHENTIC AS FUCK
Roger, you are a dirty pirate hooker, and I will slap you in your whore mouth.
If Luna was a furry, she'd sex humans and scream "BEASTIALITY!" at the top of her lungs at inopportune times.
I like the Luna one. She is a good one.
"Stop talking to yourself. You don't like you any better than anyone else who knows you."
An Alabama company has come up with a way for avid hunters to go out with a bang when they die. The cremated ashes of loved ones can now be loaded into shotgun shells and rifle and pistol cartridges....One pound of ash can be loaded into 250 shotgun shells for $850. The company also does pistol and rifle rounds. ...The two men came up with the idea on a hunting trip several years ago when they were discussing how they would want to be buried.“I would rest in peace knowing the last thing I did was to go screaming at that turkey at 900 feet per second,” Parnell said.
