I am ill. I pretty much hate having to give into it and just let myself be in. And as such I have taken to hoarsely singing this around the apartment.
If I'm too ill to go to work again at least I won't have to listen to Mariah Carey's Christmas audible murdering. Or that fucking God-awful new Beyonce song. Will she not just fuck right off and take her twat of a man/husband/fiance/lapdog with her to a small cave.
Ahem.
Franz Ferdinand - Jacqueline [via YouSendIt for 7 days]
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Lolz... @ Mr Beyonce.
Get well soon. You cannae be ill for Christmas. It's against the law!
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I think my illness is making me delusional. Lapdog? I'm not sure what is going on in my head.
"JACQUELINE WAS SEVENTEEN WORKING ON A DESK WHEN I--VOR PEERED..."
I'm ill and mental.
Well, aye, but we still love you. You daftie. x
I think you'll find it goes:
"...WORKING ON A DESK WHEN I -- PEED UPON HER SPECTACLES, THOUGHT THAT WAS RESPECTABLE..."
Erm, or summat like that.
*Blushes, skulks away...*
Fil! I'm dying of.. something.. do you think I can be expected to know the correct lyrics?!
Golly gosh!
I can't even breathe properly!
I'll sing whatever I want on my deathbed.
hahaha lapdog
Hope you're feeling better now.
Re: Beyonce, forget about her. Just get your music collection pouring out the speakers. After a while you won't even remember what her new song goes like/
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