keith a
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:46
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Child!
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keith a
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:48
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dave clarkson wrote: David Gray because he's a wet lettuce.
8)
And to see how much his head would wobble when you hit him.
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paradox
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:49
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lol
8>)
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Vybik Jon
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:51
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Ha!
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dave clarkson
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:52
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That drummer from Status Quo who looks like Keith Harris - he'd get a good hiding.
8)
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dave clarkson
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 14:58
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"Mark King"
He deserves a slap for making all B+Q visits more unpleasant than they have to be.
8)
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shanshee_allures
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 15:01
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Slap him wi his slap bass!
x
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the dude
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 15:07
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cHARLIE wrote:
Come on now I don't think there is anyone on this forUm that would be brave enough to smack our Kid(LiaM) In the mouth THAT would simply be a death wish! Same with Ian BrOWn he is also hard as fuck.
(((Liam Fan)))
u r kiddin all mouth that boy,now tony iommi theres a hard geezer,
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the dude
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Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 15:09
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Sir John Dunn wrote: [quote="redbarc......Morrissey's a prize tool.
OUTSIDE, NOW!
a complete tool a dickhead, a turd etc etc
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Moon Cat
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Edited Feb 21, 2008, 15:11
Re: Most Punchable Face in rock....
Feb 21, 2008, 15:09
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Garth Brooks! Oh yez!
And I know we've mentioned Pete Doherty before, but much like William Blake, I've just had this vision -
You're sitting in a flat somewhere in chillin party mode with a few chums. Wine it doth flow all is blowing through the jasmine in your mind.
Suddenly a shambling, squashy faced bum in a deeply, deeply cunty trilby hat enters, sits down surrounded by a gaggle of Camden gimp fawning acolytes hanging onto his every mumble. He produces, possibly from his anus, a battered acoustic guitar and proceeds to disspate the reverie with an out of tune and flatter than a pancake sung example of his exemplary street poetry.
"Uhn...Lights in Walthemstowe below, an angel at islington and so it goes
Smokey salmon salmonella, I gibbed a stash offa the local fella,
Into albion we ride, broken hearts and mothers pride,
Lovely London I am prince of your alleeeeewaaaaaays" (or something)
Calmy, quietly, you rise, approach the caterwauling skag monkey, draw back your fist and with thunderous but controlled force, plant it square into his squashy face. A Peckinpahesque spume of slow mo blood and teeth showers the air. Satisfied you resume your place. The squashy face before you bubbles blood from its mouth and blurbles "uh?"
Slowly, a ripple of applause resounds from around the nation. You have served us well.
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