An old wound opened.

[Piglet]

It was 1980 , and i was a student in Birmingham working as a bottle and glass collector, part time,  in the Engine House night club in Tardebigge Bromsgrove.   Micheal Jackson Maddonna and Lauper were fighting it out on the screens, amazingly Lauper came third.

My heart had been freshly broken.  I bought the tape to A night to remember, remember indeed.   There was Primitive, a song about primitive sex, the expression of something deep, lust on an animal scale, unbridled, wondrous, drinking with no end, satiation for a moment, rutting, explosions. 

With love, surely the closest to seeing the face of God.  To be  brought to earth by my first night without you, an operatic level deep depression bastard, that hit home.   The album was about all the stages of grief, fresh for me even after all these years.

The catalogue of wonderful Lauper music is unbounded, the rocked up i drove all night, genius, to the obvious,  She bop, americans will love that,  endless other deep proper music tracks, and to top it all shes a bit  nutty.

I wonder what Chris is doing today, she got involved in local politics somewhere up newcastle.  That hurt babe.  Bad.

[Piglet]

p.s, i was playing her videos last night on you tube.

[BlueTiki]

It was 1980 , and i was a student in Birmingham working as a bottle and glass collector, part time,  in the Engine House night club in Tardebigge Bromsgrove.   Micheal Jackson Maddonna and Lauper were fighting it out on the screens, amazingly Lauper came third.

My heart had been freshly broken.  I bought the tape to A night to remember, remember indeed.   There was Primitive, a song about primitive sex, the expression of something deep, lust on an animal scale, unbridled, wondrous, drinking with no end, satiation for a moment, rutting, explosions. 

With love, surely the closest to seeing the face of God.  To be  brought to earth by my first night without you, an operatic level deep depression bastard, that hit home.   The album was about all the stages of grief, fresh for me even after all these years.

The catalogue of wonderful Lauper music is unbounded, the rocked up i drove all night, genius, to the obvious,  She bop, americans will love that,  endless other deep proper music tracks, and to top it all shes a bit  nutty.

I wonder what Chris is doing today, she got involved in local politics somewhere up newcastle.  That hurt babe.  Bad.

p.s, i was playing her videos last night on you tube.

Wow!

This reads like an excerpt from a pauper's antithetical compendium to Harry's best-seller "Spare".

Nice, bruv!  Riding his redcoat-tails and submitting your tales of woe . . . a bit of the old "strike while the iron's hot" while the public is still hungry for "poor me", personal details.

"Spare Us"   . . .  I believe, is a suitable and appropriate title, for your published work.

[Piglet]

And what of your love life Tiki? I am aware that every word i type will be under heavy scrutiny, indeed, using the same, you have let it be kown that had you been a bull, the farmer would have put you down as the prospect of bullocks would be thin.

Then, to hint that you may be female in the hope of attracting my interest, doomed to failure as surely dodging a cartridge from farmer Jones. As a colonial though, it was a good try, and your ability to type and read is down to the old country. I must ask you, to expose your disingenuity, your sex. You will now deny anything of the sort, people are so predictable.

Be different, and admit being male, not female.

Can i suggest that your track record in the mating stakes might be akin to the sad behaviour of George Michael, or is it worser. Thought id get humourous and use a wrong word. Has your heart never been broken?, i command you now to recount your attempts to attract a mate, with the result , probably, as weak and fruitless as watching the Ravens.

When i get a reply, if you do, i will have to make a flask of tea, so that i can drink it over two hours deciphering the blather. And having done that, i would still have time to do my football predictions.

Having said that, my dearest wish is for you to be happy in your current circumstances, whatever they are, if it involves a farmyard then im sure your heart will remain intact with Simon, and Jack, as long as those jackasses remain in different pens, if they find out about each other, all hell will break loose.

If by some quirk, you are female, post a picture, and i may come over and make you light up like San Diego at night. Mr Sincerity faker.

[BlueTiki]

Oooooo, Piggy!  You’re hitting on me!  Aren’t you?   And then, wanting me to go all Brian Ferry, and kiss-and-tell.  

Wait . . . not wanting . . . COMMANDING!  You are just the most cutesy-wootsie “leather-daddy” dominatrix, in this forum.  Accordingly . . . I hear you master and will submit and obey!  

Cutting through and to your chase:

“Be different, and admit being male, not female.”  Okay, I’ll be different . . . I am now male . . . just like your Chris.

“ . . . [Your] mating stakes might be akin to the sad behaviour of George Michael. . .”  Only the dogging part . . . but in more upscale public venues.  And that’s where it ends.  To be brutally clear, I would rather eat pancakes, made by Sally with Clang batter, than have any part of you, pass my pouty lips.  Sorry, darling.  You and “I Want Your Sex” are mutually exclusive.

“ . . . if they find out about each other, all hell will break loose.”  Doubtful that would happen.  I’m loyal, like Roy Rodgers. Only one stallion gets my ride, attention and affection.
 
“. . . post a picture . . . I may make you light you up like San Diego, at night.”  Wow!  Not Paris.  Not New York’s Broadway.  Not even Morrison’s “City of Light”.  You put the “Dim” in dimwit (shoutout to Mark).  JSYK . . . there is one floating about here.  Alas, that was when I was slightly curvy and hawt!

Okie-dokie, all done!

Now back you go into the “emotional room” and ponder the heartbreak of Chris and why HE left you!  I left a Blueboy Magazine, for you, to “bop” along with Cyndi!

Bye-bye, luv!

[Duchess]

  I’m loyal, like Roy Rodgers. Only one stallion gets my ride, attention and affection.

  I love this.

[Clang McFly]

I would rather eat pancakes, made by Sally with Clang batter

Salty sass smothered in molasses that tastes like asses(in reality more like pineapple).

[sally]

How about I make the pancakes with Clang's bladder instead? I'm in a Jeffrey Dahmer kind of mood right now.

[BigMark]

Do we need to run him over with a steamroller first?

[sally]

We can just make a whole clangcake out of him, put chocolate chips where his eyes used to be.

[Clang McFly]

We can just make a whole clangcake out of him, put chocolate chips where his eyes used to be.

Make it chocolate chip cookie dough and I'll gladly eat myself out.

[Clang McFly]

How about I make the pancakes with Clang's bladder instead? I'm in a Jeffrey Dahmer kind of mood right now.

And some pee-cans? Your in trouble.


What's the difference between a chickpea and a garbanzo? 

I've never had a garbanzo on my face.

[Piglet]

Blue, You seem to be familiar with british tv, are you aware of Peter Davison, he used to be Dr Who. It has been said that i resemble him. Imagine i am dressed in a full length leather coat, in a nazi uniform and a peaked cap, i am holding a luger.

You are cowering in fear before me as a Lithuanian refugee, and i bark get in the fucking larry, which you do. It drives off with us in the back, you keep shouting" i know nothing", as further down your trousers are thrown out the back.

Ive just turned sixteen and am a football apprentice at Cambridge United, i am sweaty and muddy after a solo training session, theres only you and me in the stadium. Outside the dressing room our eyes meet, i smile and beckon to the showers.

I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head. I order you to kneel, or else. "Make it good pal, or your dead".

Im afraid it cant be chuck. If you were a Lynda Carter type, tall, buxom, cheekboned, statuesque, black haired, not dressed in that stupid wonder woman garb, but like a greek goddess, robed, high hair, and uby lipped, flowers in her hair.

With a turned up nose.

Soft, welcoming, erotic, promising, eager, wet, wanting to please.

If you were like that, id be on the next plane, and having landed, would be rooting around in your knickers within the hour, like a wild boar in a forest searching for a truffle.

And what truffles there would be. And as Steinbeck wrote.

Even now,
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life,
Drinking green cups, and gold at the great feast,
Just for a short and a forgotten time, i have had full in my eyes from off my girl,
The whitest pouring of eternal light.....

[Duchess]

I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head.  

You can't be him, he's taken. I'm John Wayne and I'm Batman too.

[Clang McFly]

I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head.  

You can't be him, he's taken. I'm John Wayne and I'm Batman too.

Yeah and I'm Mary Poppins.

(More like Poppin Fresh, doughboy. Beat you to it Mark or sally.)

[BlueTiki]

Rooster Cogburn?  Not even close.

More like  Hopalong Chastity . . . or the  Alone Ranger.

No.  Still not right.  There needs to be a twist.  Hmmm . . . Oliver . . . Dickens reference . . . Nope.

Stay with Western theme . . . Got it!  

Jack Twist! 

Piggy is “cowboy” JACK TWIST!

RAWHIDE!

[BlueTiki]

What our Midnight Cowboy Piggy hears, when he listens to the RAWHIDE theme:

Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'

My fingers keep movin’ movin’ movin’
Yet my posts get no approvin’
Just a Black and Blue in’,
RAWHIDE
 
Yanks, I don’t understand em’
So I throw a tantrum
And still I can never get a rise
My heart is really breakin’
And I’m just masturbatin’
To Chris going down on other guys!
 
Throw a fit, Cry a bit
Cry a bit, Throw a fit
Throw a fit, Try a quip
RAWHIDE!
 
Have a pout, Scream and shout
Scream and shout, Have a pout
Have a pout, Lost the bout
 
RAWHIDE!

[Clang McFly]

What our Midnight Cowboy Piggy hears, when he listens to the RAWHIDE theme:

Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'

My fingers keep movin’ movin’ movin’
Yet my posts get no approvin’
Just a Black and Blue in’,
RAWHIDE
 
Yanks, I don’t understand em’
So I throw a tantrum
And still I can never get a rise
My heart is really breakin’
And I’m just masturbatin’
To Chris going down on other guys!
 
Throw a fit, Cry a bit
Cry a bit, Throw a fit
Throw a fit, Try a quip
RAWHIDE!
 
Have a pout, Scream and shout
Scream and shout, Have a pout
Have a pout, Lost the bout
 
RAWHIDE!

[BigMark]

[BiscuitDunker]

Blue,  You seem to be familiar with british tv, are you aware of Peter Davison, he used to be Dr Who.  It has been said that i resemble him.  Imagine i am dressed in a full length leather coat, in a nazi uniform and a peaked cap, i am holding a luger.

You are cowering in fear before me as a Lithuanian refugee, and i bark get in the fucking larry, which you do.  It drives off with us in the back, you keep shouting" i know nothing", as further down your trousers are thrown out the back.

Ive just turned sixteen and am a football apprentice at Cambridge United, i am  sweaty and muddy after a solo training session, theres only you and me in the stadium.  Outside the dressing room our eyes meet, i smile and beckon to the showers.

I am Rooster cockburn, eye patched and aggressive, tall hat, , i have my six shooter pointing at your head.  I order you to kneel, or else.  "Make it good pal, or your dead".

Im afraid it cant be chuck.  If you were a Lynda Carter type, tall, buxom, cheekboned, statuesque, black haired, not dressed in that stupid wonder woman garb, but like a greek goddess, robed, high hair,  and uby lipped, flowers in her hair.

With a turned up nose.

Soft, welcoming, erotic, promising, eager, wet, wanting to please.

If you were like that, id be on the next plane, and having landed, would be rooting around in your knickers within the hour, like a wild boar in a forest searching for a truffle.

And what truffles there would be.    And as Steinbeck wrote.

Even now,
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life,
Drinking green cups, and gold at the great feast,
Just  for a short and a forgotten time, i have had full in my eyes from off my girl,
The whitest pouring of eternal light.....

How do you manage all that typing and not capitalise your i's  ??  How very strange.

You are just plain offensive, what's the matter ? That's some aggressive misogynistic, racist shit you're typing.

You accused someone else in this thread of not making sense, you want to come back and re-read your posts. I have had to read each one three times, and they still don't make sense, they are so badly written. They look like you've copied and pasted a dozen different (bad) porno stories together., was that the look you were aiming for?

And...  by the way, your quoted verse wasn't written by Steinbeck, see

Glenn Vanderburg Black Marigolds  

One of my favorite books is Steinbeck’s Cannery Row. Near the end of the book, the poem Black Marigolds is quoted extensively (but not completely). I wanted to read the whole thing, so I sought it out, and here is the full text.
rendered into English by E. Powys Mathers (from the book Love Songs of Asia, Knopf, 1946)

Good god, now I realise who I was accused of knowing when I turned up here.  I don't know this excuse for a human being.