Saturday, March 30, 2013

This is not a blog-post title


In further news, and to bring our Umlaut usage up to internationally-recommended levels, here's Björk:

13 comments:

Another Kiwi said...

And you lived your life like a candle with some eggs.

anne said...

oH,

mikey said...

And you lived your life like a candle with some eggs.
Never knowing who would pay for all these ale kegs
And I woulda liked to grope you, but you had your mace
County transit is the time, but it is not the place...

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Post tittle omitted for Christ's sake.
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Smut Clyde said...

I blame fish.

Another Kiwi said...

And you lived your life, like a candle with some eggs,
I would have liked a pony, instead we got a pig,
I wanted to call it wilberfore,
Dad just called it Sid.

Smut Clyde said...

HAPPY NOW, Thundra?

Another Kiwi said...

Yeah! Riddled is, like, so post-modern. Not weird. Post fecking Modern.

anne said...

i'm wearing my east 'er bonnet , always

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

HAPPY NOW, Thundra?

Oh sure.

Happier than a Beamer on Nebraska Avenue.
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M. Bouffant said...

Was just reading about Björk yesterday.

Smut Clyde said...

Those Björk requirements sound admirably restrained for a large touring band. Only *half* a bottle of Remy Martin!! -- that's professionalism for you.
I am concerned that her agent could not spell 'masseuse'.

anne said...

the first time i heard bjork ..i cried and cried and cried with joy , in knowing ..with something in the way she made her ..in song ,that i was not alone ,/ may we have a bj day ,a candle to these new poland polish eggs around here , ..the sun is now breaking through the rain and wind of the night ,the street preparing for the parade .. , in and on my ave