pftt. how typically belgian. goddamn their infernal meddling.

surely someone will now adopt that as a username.

ahhhh…even AIDS is romantic when spoken in the language of love…it reminds me of the bathhouses of Paris in the Spring, with a fresh baguette and a bottle of the finest Bordeaux being stuffed in my ass.

no no no. the last half of each word is always pushed THROUGH the nose, like liquid vomit, n'est pas? 

hope you and i can get married someday…

holy shit Trent looks like the guy at my local who drinks boiler-makers and vomits in the urinal every night. i call him dad.

it's called "Not-So-Down's".

Weren't there 3 indians last year?

don't get your hopes up though. they don't even assemble them there. that's done in flint, michigan.

seems like the beginning of a highly disturbing version of the aristocrats.

the up-skirt shot in the swimming pool was mesmerizing…for a 12 year old who had never seen an R rated movie before, or a vagina. absolutely classic.

i think 'euthanized' is what comes to mind anytime limp bizkit comes up.

Jane's version of Ripple is pretty solid too. and i don't even like the dead…too much.

my ROSS IS COOL lunchbox with three-piece-thermos says otherwise.

that's probably how it is, innit?

don't make me gob on yr boat, ya daft wee radge.

i can just imagine simon cowell's first talk with his assembled boybots;

where's the blown out amplifier? with a shredded cone like that, one could totally rock some Kinks riffs, old school.

i just thinks it's so nice that someone made a black raggedy andy doll. MLK can finally rest in peace.

phucking phony phuckers. band and fans alike.