well id rather not get involved.

i will never be replying to anything he posts again.

unless its a confession.

that he wears his mothers underwear.

********************

on his head.

i came here to scratch my morrissey itch,
and all i ended up doing,
was ass-jousting with some hopeless clod.

morrissey will be in tears,
when he discovers no one here ever talks about him.

lord!im just POPPING at the SEAMS to talk about MORRISSEY!
morrissey,
MORRISSEY,
morrissey,

ANYTHING other than mr improper,
ANYTHING.

even what imaginary record deal morrissey is currently fondling.

who's morrissey? oh wait, i was possessed by the ghost of mr. improper for a moment there. ANUS!!!! i need an old priest and a young priest, some holy water, a lock of morrissey's hair...

> well id rather not get involved.

> i will never be replying to anything he posts again.

> unless its a confession.

> that he wears his mothers underwear.

> ********************

> on his head.

> i came here to scratch my morrissey itch,
> and all i ended up doing,
> was ass-jousting with some hopeless clod.

> morrissey will be in tears,
> when he discovers no one here ever talks about him.

> lord!im just POPPING at the SEAMS to talk about MORRISSEY!
> morrissey,
> MORRISSEY,
> morrissey,

> ANYTHING other than mr improper,
> ANYTHING.

> even what imaginary record deal morrissey is currently fondling.

> who's morrissey? oh wait, i was possessed by the ghost of mr. improper for
> a moment there. ANUS!!!! i need an old priest and a young priest, some
> holy water, a lock of morrissey's hair...

you wont get much hair off him these days,
he keeps every scrap for himself,
holds onto it with vengeance,
and a pair of hairspray sticky hands.

youll have to prise it from his cold dead fingers

okay, in that case, a shred of his hallowed shirt will have to do. but hair is far more romantic. if i threatened to go back to eating meat, do you suppose he'd give me a strand?

> you wont get much hair off him these days,
> he keeps every scrap for himself,
> holds onto it with vengeance,
> and a pair of hairspray sticky hands.

> youll have to prise it from his cold dead fingers

> okay, in that case, a shred of his hallowed shirt will have to do. but
> hair is far more romantic. if i threatened to go back to eating meat, do
> you suppose he'd give me a strand?

no chance.

maybe some pretty dancing boys and a bottle of lemonade will grease the wheels.

threatening to eat meat will just get you a spanking.

gotta love that kinky moz!

me: "i've been a bad, bad girl, morrissey."

morrissey: "what have you done, my child?"

me: "i went to murder king to smell the charbroiled meaty goodness. i fear my resolve is weakening."

morrissey: "you know the drill. ass up, face in the pillow!"

i'm no match for you, pillow, i'm afraid.