When did Morrissey and Jake break up?

Morrissey was my lover from 2013-2016. Jake was nothing. Tina was nothing. I was his true love. I have emails, letters, cards he sent me. I'll release them to the highest bidder.

1 kilo of Kerrygold Dubliner cheese.

Benny-the-British-Butcher :greatbritain::knife:
 
Careful, you'll have that psychopath bore Midnite kicking off at you.

Perhaps Moz can make sense of her lyrics. I never could, and I tried.

Here are the lyrics to her new song "Nice":

My hero. He’s on the go. He’s got to make sure all you all do know that he’s so nice.
No no-shows. It’s not the dough. They’ll have to scrape his grip off his stage throne cuz he’s so nice.


I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

That comic couldn’t have done it. I think like two of his jokes are feminist and he’s so nice.
But, it’s all true. I know those who were attacked in his dressing room and they’d be ruined if they shed light.

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, God, Lord, rock stars … got to be more than just being.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Swallow, follow, numbed and hollow … but, the dream
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?

A palm-out is all she’s ’bout. She sees the future and it’s you funding her house but she asks nice.
Says “art.” “art.” “art.” Goes on and on. The only kind of artist she is is con but you felt nice (the first two times).

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, saviors, screen stars … got to be more must believe.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Block-out, knock-out, lock-out, hear only good things.
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?
 
Perhaps Moz can make sense of her lyrics. I never could, and I tried.

Here are the lyrics to her new song "Nice":

My hero. He’s on the go. He’s got to make sure all you all do know that he’s so nice.
No no-shows. It’s not the dough. They’ll have to scrape his grip off his stage throne cuz he’s so nice.


I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

That comic couldn’t have done it. I think like two of his jokes are feminist and he’s so nice.
But, it’s all true. I know those who were attacked in his dressing room and they’d be ruined if they shed light.

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, God, Lord, rock stars … got to be more than just being.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Swallow, follow, numbed and hollow … but, the dream
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?

A palm-out is all she’s ’bout. She sees the future and it’s you funding her house but she asks nice.
Says “art.” “art.” “art.” Goes on and on. The only kind of artist she is is con but you felt nice (the first two times).

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, saviors, screen stars … got to be more must believe.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Block-out, knock-out, lock-out, hear only good things.
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?
smoke it, choke it?
Will do.
 
Perhaps Moz can make sense of her lyrics. I never could, and I tried.

Here are the lyrics to her new song "Nice":

My hero. He’s on the go. He’s got to make sure all you all do know that he’s so nice.
No no-shows. It’s not the dough. They’ll have to scrape his grip off his stage throne cuz he’s so nice.


I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

That comic couldn’t have done it. I think like two of his jokes are feminist and he’s so nice.
But, it’s all true. I know those who were attacked in his dressing room and they’d be ruined if they shed light.

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, God, Lord, rock stars … got to be more than just being.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Swallow, follow, numbed and hollow … but, the dream
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?

A palm-out is all she’s ’bout. She sees the future and it’s you funding her house but she asks nice.
Says “art.” “art.” “art.” Goes on and on. The only kind of artist she is is con but you felt nice (the first two times).

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, saviors, screen stars … got to be more must believe.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Block-out, knock-out, lock-out, hear only good things.
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?
 
Perhaps Moz can make sense of her lyrics. I never could, and I tried.

Here are the lyrics to her new song "Nice":

My hero. He’s on the go. He’s got to make sure all you all do know that he’s so nice.
No no-shows. It’s not the dough. They’ll have to scrape his grip off his stage throne cuz he’s so nice.


I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

That comic couldn’t have done it. I think like two of his jokes are feminist and he’s so nice.
But, it’s all true. I know those who were attacked in his dressing room and they’d be ruined if they shed light.

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, God, Lord, rock stars … got to be more than just being.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Swallow, follow, numbed and hollow … but, the dream
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?

A palm-out is all she’s ’bout. She sees the future and it’s you funding her house but she asks nice.
Says “art.” “art.” “art.” Goes on and on. The only kind of artist she is is con but you felt nice (the first two times).

I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
Who’re you really?
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.
I know who you are. I know what you do.

Witches, mystics, Disney princes, saviors, screen stars … got to be more must believe.
Smoke it, choke it. Don’t let you know it. Block-out, knock-out, lock-out, hear only good things.
Don’t you want to shoot this drug: Nice?
Don’t you want to always be 5?

So that's about... Morrissey, Louis CK, and... Amanda Palmer?

None of that is actually incredible. She lives a block from Louis. And Amanda Palmer gets around in NYC.
 
My hero. He’s on the go. He’s got to make sure all you all do know that he’s so nice.
No no-shows. It’s not the dough. They’ll have to scrape his grip off his stage throne cuz he’s so nice.

That comic couldn’t have done it. I think like two of his jokes are feminist and he’s so nice.
But, it’s all true. I know those who were attacked in his dressing room and they’d be ruined if they shed light.

A palm-out is all she’s ’bout. She sees the future and it’s you funding her house but she asks nice.
Says “art.” “art.” “art.” Goes on and on. The only kind of artist she is is con but you felt nice (the first two times).

Morrissey, Louis CK, Amanda Palmer.

None of this is incredible; she lives a block from Louis and Amanda Palmer gets around enough in NY art society. Certain they'll have met.
 
Plus ca change, my friend.

What does that mean?

Clover (Rosie) told me KY told her that Morrissey will be at her show tonite. KY can't keep her ugly mouth shut. She has told all her Morrissey fan friends he'll be at the show. Stupid girl.
 
Doubt that he'll be there. But time will tell

What does that mean?

Clover (Rosie) told me KY told her that Morrissey will be at her show tonite. KY can't keep her ugly mouth shut. She has told all her Morrissey fan friends he'll be at the show. Stupid girl.
 
Morrissey was my lover from 2013-2016. Jake was nothing. Tina was nothing. I was his true love. I have emails, letters, cards he sent me. I'll release them to the highest bidder.

No sex tape?
 
don't you you mean... humasex tape ?
 
I reckon if Uncle Steve, Aunt Nancy, and lil' Sammy just sit around at lunch at the Sunset Marquis or when they out on the beach in Malibu catchin' some narley waves if they read this and just laugh for hours. Don't you people have anything better to do with yer lives I reckon innit? Have any of you bokes even kissed a girl yet?
 
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