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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:
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13 comments:

  1. Hamish MackMarch 30, 2013 at 5:45 PM

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

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  2. anneMarch 31, 2013 at 5:38 AM

    oH,

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  3. mikeyMarch 31, 2013 at 7:54 AM

    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...

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  4. ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®©March 31, 2013 at 10:47 AM

    Post tittle omitted for Christ's sake.
    ~

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  5. Smut ClydeMarch 31, 2013 at 1:10 PM

    I blame fish.

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  6. Hamish MackMarch 31, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    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.

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  7. Smut ClydeMarch 31, 2013 at 3:48 PM

    HAPPY NOW, Thundra?

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  8. Hamish MackMarch 31, 2013 at 3:52 PM

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

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  9. anneMarch 31, 2013 at 4:00 PM

    i'm wearing my east 'er bonnet , always

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  10. ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®©March 31, 2013 at 4:51 PM

    HAPPY NOW, Thundra?

    Oh sure.

    Happier than a Beamer on Nebraska Avenue.
    ~

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  11. M. BouffantApril 1, 2013 at 1:01 AM

    Was just reading about Björk yesterday.

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  12. Smut ClydeApril 1, 2013 at 1:30 AM

    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'.

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  13. anneApril 1, 2013 at 4:50 AM

    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

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