JennyB wrote:You should make a special case for him. Like Israel did with Eichmann.
The Banality of Beliebers
That is exceptional. Truly inspired.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
This has to be a prelude before god wipes Toronto off the map, right?
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Ford, who has become internationally known for his many headline grabbing moments in recent months, says he's never met Bieber and is not a fan of his music, preferring Rush and Led Zeppelin.
Of course he's a Rush fan. I bet half the time in his office is spent airdrumming to Neil Peart.
a lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
I will never ever ever understand how someone would declare Rush to be a preference. The odd song, sure, but self-identifying as a Rush fan doesn't make sense.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Watch it, or I'll have Geddy Lee follow you around while reading Atlas Shrugged aloud.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Watch it, or I'll have Geddy Lee follow you around while reading Atlas Shrugged aloud.
I thought Neil Peart was the Randroid of the group.
The main one, but I understood them all to be fans. Figures that when a drummer tries to be an intellectual, he ends up picking a lunatic for inspiration.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft