Some of you will know that I like my privacy when ranting on about certain topics. As Blogger doesn't have the facility for passworded posts, you will find them here.
Moran quotes
Don't clap, I'm not a fucking jazz band.
What's going on? What do we do now? DONT FUCK ANYONE; YOU'LL DIE! Never mind, here comes MC Hammer.
Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you say: "Why are we drinking this? This is nothing, it has no smell, no taste! Why are we- W-what are we doing on a traffic island?"
You, you and you, fuck off, we're having tiffin.
And it went, erm, "Funk soul brother... right about now... yeah... it's the, it's the funk soul brother... check it out. It's, er, well... it's the funk soul brother, essentially. He's coming. He's coming at you. It's the, well... it's the funk soul brother." And after a while, I began to penetrate the meaning of this song. I gathered that somebody was about to arrive, and everybody else was terribly excited. Maybe he was bringing cake or something. But the thing was, you see, he wasn't there yet. Haha, that was the hook. I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know? I just think that you get a broom, dip it in some brake fluid, shove the other end up my arse, stick me on a trampoline, in a moving lift, and I would write a better song on the walls.
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My word, you've written hundreds of entries already! No, I can't keep up. I can't!!!!!
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