I'm sure Lady Marmalade is off too basic this weekend.
I wouldn't normally do this for newbies, but shes a good sport and I would like to wish her the best of luck. She's been off the KFC's, Indians, suffering from stress and extreme mood swings brought on by womans monthly. Plus, shes shitting herself as a new life beckons.
Leaving behind a life of perspex , trackies & scum is going to be a breeze. I wish I could be there for the jog and doggy paddle to cheer you on. I promise in your absence I won't post any of those naked pics of you in the 'women that need a good seeing too' thread. Or any of you head bopping with that guitar in 'lalalala'.
Either it was her or a lookalike, but passed a gal propped up outside the Bell and Crown late on Sunday; (think the birthday celebrations were starting early).
She asked me to pass on this rendition with the request we all join in this Saturday morning, 10 a.m GMT (to give the piss-heads amongst us time to emerge from respective pits) .
LM's feeling the pinch a bit, what with the starchy new uniform and lack of KFC respite, so any vocal support proffered, welcome. All financial proceeds to go to H4H.
'Itchy gitchi yaya hee (hee oh)
Mocha chocolata yaya (ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh) Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (oh oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
He sat in her boudoir while she [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]freshened up[/FONT]
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeahhhhhhhhhhh ' [/FONT]