Song for pony my pony |
I wish I was a ponyPicking up the pretty little people on the streetI wanna be a ponyFloating in the ocean when there's nothing left to eat
And fall on my feetWhen I fall down
A happy afternoonA walki... Posted by kel day on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:35:00 PST |
There is nothing like marriage for spoiling a good love story... |
For all those who aren't aware - who haven't seen our DVD collection, who haven't spent a night curled up on the couch with me in the dark or listened patiently as I attempt to express my fr... Posted by kel day on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 12:48:00 PST |
I'm a boy, I'm a girl, I'm a boy, I'm a girl... |
Once upon a time a little girl declared that she didn't want to get married.
Not that she wasn't romantic.
She was.
But marriage wasn't really her thing.
From these simple words stemmed what woul... Posted by kel day on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:43:00 PST |
Memory of an asshole |
Picture a bar on a nameless nightNot crowded enough to stand stillBusy enough to singSee Red playing off the shoes of swingers on stageBlue on the hands of boys watching on stepsClutching the barWaiti... Posted by kel day on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:42:00 PST |
Introducing the new recruits to the English language... |
So there comes a time in all of our lives when we crack the shits at our native tongue. For all us English speakers, I'm guessing that 90% of the time this occurs during that brain straining... Posted by kel day on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:41:00 PST |