Some very talented Photoshoppers have waaaay too much time on their hands. Why would you even come up with the idea to make Cats With Owl Faces. Unless you’re working on an amazing Sci-Fi movie featuring Cats with Owl Faces. Creepy. Not as creepy as Cats with Owl Faeces, which is what I typed before spell-check pointed out my “mistake”.
Thin Lizzy frontman Phil Lynnott is buried in a cemetery in Sutton. Fans come from all over the world to visit his grave and leave mementoes. Some of it finds it’s way back on to eBay (I’d say).
Yes, I know you love the song. And you think you know all the words but, the truth is, you don’t. I’m just ragin’ because that’s my new sound for my new album.
Bloody bankers think they’re so bloody clever. They sit in their glass offices smugly patting each other on the back because they are all so smart. They think they’re pulling a fast one on the rest of us because they know how the system works. We now know, of course, that they haven’t got a clue how the system works. They wouldn’t even know “the system” if it came up and introduced itself at one of their buck-toothed daughter’s Hockey … →
Don’t worry. It’s not me driving. It’s my little sister. She’s nine.