LeftLeg

Dave, we all know you're a hottie ;)

Here's a real classic. Mr. Vain by Culture Beat: Call him Mr. Raider call him Mr. Wrong call him Mr. Vain (Vain Vain). Call him Mr. Raider call him Mr. Wrong .. call him insane (insane insane) insane. He'd say: I know what I want and I want it now! I want you 'cause I'm Mr. Vain. I know what I want and I want it now! I want you 'cause I'm Mr. Vain. (Mr. Vain Vain Vain Vain)

I would but I fear I already posted the best. Instead here is some nice 90's dance music lyrics. Rhythm is a dancer by SNAP! Rhythm is a dancer it's a source companion you can feel it ev'rywhere oh But lift your handsome voices free your mind and join us. You can feel it in the air. Oh it's a passion. Oh you can feel it in the air. Oh it's a passion oh ...

^I know how you feel.

Don't make me post more theme tune lyrics to popular 90s sitcoms.

a 5er iz wel 2 much, i no 1 bird who duz anyfing 4 a shiny 50p

WHY DON U JUST LEAVE THEN THE ARE THA BEST!!!

Heh! I think this Devil is looking for a chat room. This is a 'message board'.

eh?

My God :o Quite a temper there.

eh?

Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there - I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In West Philadelphia - born and raised. on a playground is where I've spent the most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys; they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licenseplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror, if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it - Yo homes, to Bel-Air ! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Go, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

I assume he is at uni. I also assume he only really gets time to post much at the weekend. :)

Personally I just like looking at arses. Male or female; I'm not prejudiced.

you love it!

I'd like to 'tap' that arse..yes, rather.

It's the new old fashioned way. A bit of xmas intertextuality there ;)

How did you know about that??! Oh.....you mean her :embarrased:

I didn't think it was Mafe's arse....just out of curiosity; who is that lady?? :o

There once was a many called Murry, who was told he could never eat curry. But rules he discarded, out came his liver when he farted, and now... ..Oh I'm out.

:cry: :( I can't think of a good user name to have. Help me.

Well i'm not telling you.

Isn't it interesting how nobody knows my real name? Maybe not. Maybe it's because nobody ever asks :cry:

:blush:

Jealousy..Ahhhhhh, and the Devil.