Agree?
I agree.
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
Should it not be trolling is an art?
Or is it grammar trolling?
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.
[QUOTE=Godlovesugly;1058064]Stephen Pattrick Mourisey is a good chap.[/QUO
In any case, I bet you aren't younger than Bob Dylan, which I am still
Steve is the best word
Can you delve so low?
I miss really silly things about Manchester. I miss the kind of things that nobody would understand why they could be missed. I miss the grey slate of the sky. And I miss silly things about Manchester people.
But you're southern, you wouldn't understand. When you're nothern, you're northern forever, and you're instilled with a certain feel for life that you can't get rid of. You really can't.