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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Shit SB Says
In the 80s, I was a metal band chick. I had the big hair and large earrings and a leather jacket and all that shit. My hot ass was rockin'.
The best night I ever had was in Sheffield. Me and my mate went to see Supertramp at sheffield city hall playing their crime of the century album, they were being supported by Joan Armatrading with litle old val singleton off blue peter cooing in the wings. Then after that finished we all went to the sheffield crucible theatre to watch Thin Lizzy with Phil Lynott. Never happen again that night, well especially since phil tipped one too many up his nose. All my love to you SB
Hey SB, this comment better get published! Why are my comments not making the cut??? I am witty! Reasonably good at spelling. Somewhat interesting. Post my comment, dammit! (See, I even threw in a curse hoping that would make me one of your homies). (Using the term homies has ensured you won't post this comment, hasn't it?)
You also had purple eyes in the '80s. Don't forget to mention that...
I am a Gen-X, lazy, manic-depressive bastard, with an eating disorder, OCD, and a propensity for alcoholism. I am basically hell to live with, but I enjoy red wine, Ritalin, reality TV, and disdainful cats. This description could also be useful as a personal ad for a dating service.
15 comments:
Hoop earrings are back in here in London. The Argos "Elizabeth Duke" jewellery collection has several pages in lovely 9k gold...
Fashion always comes back around, doesn't it?
The best night I ever had was in Sheffield. Me and my mate went to see Supertramp at sheffield city hall playing their crime of the century album, they were being supported by Joan Armatrading with litle old val singleton off blue peter cooing in the wings. Then after that finished we all went to the sheffield crucible theatre to watch Thin Lizzy with Phil Lynott. Never happen again that night, well especially since phil tipped one too many up his nose. All my love to you SB
Findon,
Sounds like a great night to me, buddy.
You are loved.
SB
Pics or it never happened.
DTG,
Uhhhmmmm, NO.
Hey SB, this comment better get published! Why are my comments not making the cut??? I am witty! Reasonably good at spelling. Somewhat interesting. Post my comment, dammit! (See, I even threw in a curse hoping that would make me one of your homies). (Using the term homies has ensured you won't post this comment, hasn't it?)
You also had purple eyes in the '80s. Don't forget to mention that...
My wife wears hoop earrings and has a leather jacket. She isn't a metal chick, but what she wears looks great on her.
Beth,
I don't know what's up with that shit. I post every damn comment I see from you. Maybe some sort of Blogger fuckery?
Yes, indeed, I did have violet eyes. I had forgotten that shit. I was rockin' the full-on glam look.
Love you.
Same here. We had a competition everyday to see whose bangs were the tallest. I was hot!
Pictures. I want to see pictures.
Tom,
Again . . . NO!
re: Gledwood's comment...
hoop earrings are never out.
...and you are still rockin' today!
Love ya,
Mel:)
Thanks, my Melly Mel!
And thank you, dear Ms. Moon!
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