Cultivating beards is what I do,
Don’t get in my way cause I’ll run into you,
B grade bandit, duck board smash,
I don’t give a shit if I cause you to crash.
This could go some where
should we email the beards.
See my beard, hear my roar
You’re gonna be picking your teeth up from the floor
Down the the inside, the shortest route
Beep beep, you know, the friendly toot.
holy shit chris this is awesome
Need more verses.
Got a tight fitting skinsuit and a rusted up beater,
Don’t even think about calling me a cheater,
Get out of my way, I’m coming through,
The rules of the track only apply to you.
Don’t talk to me, I just don’t care.
The evidence is in my facial hair.
You’ll shit yourself because I’m coming through,
On the fuckin wrong side of you.
Bah can’t seem to edit. It appears I subconciously stole Dan’s rhymes. Try this one.
Don’t talk to me, I just don’t care.
The evidence is in my facial hair.
You’ll shit yourself as I motor past.
I’d rather die than come dead fuckin last.
I’m an official, one that can read
The beard may undertake and succeed
But I’ll be watching you like a hawk
And happily DQ you when you baulk!
hahaha this thread keeps giving.
Not on the poetic front sadly.
I blame our lower class convict past, shitty national anthem, and aussie hip hop for the content of this thread. I wish i’d never looked now.
Please feel free to make us weep with your beautiful poetry about Captain Downtown.
Because you do know who he is and what he does right?
Yep, that’s me in a nutshell!
Thanks for the endorsement.
Then again I could have been posting in a tongue in cheek ironic way, which means the definition you posted is your own reflection in the mirror. (Wink)
We’re form qld we dont get tongue in cheek, sarcasm or any of those other witty southern thing’s.
Basicly we are a population of Alf stewarts.
Irene is hot!
we dont shower more than twice a week and we like the bee gee’s… or is that just me?
i fuckin love alf
Flamin Mongrels!
Adelaide is a cultural backwater,and a poor cousin to the eastern states, so my southern wit is pretty low brow… maybe that’s the interpretive problem.
When you’re last
And the bunch is making you lonely,
You can always go downtown
When you’ve got worries,
All the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your rules, forget all your cares and go
Downtown where all the blue paint is bright,
Downtown, passing all of you tonight,
Downtown, you’re all fucked right now
Downtown, downtown