"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
How bizarre.
Such is Life...
Huh. Am I crazy or are they out of tune? And are those girls on the right really Es Fs and Gs? Hard to tell when they lay down...
They're definitely out of tune.
We just have high standards.
Quite. My boob standards don't involve D-G, generally, and pictures are a poor substitute for the real thing, anyways. Also, I felt the implementation could have been much better, allowing for a much wider variety of 'music' being created.
Tell you what, mathematically, I'm having it
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Y'know, I had to google that lyric and I still don't have a clue what you were trying to say.
edit: Although, now that I think of it, boobs do at times take precedence over tunefulness. Case in point: I absolutely cringe to hear my wife's family sing (she's the best of the lot, but that's not saying much), but I still married her. Why? At the end of the day, boobs. Well, and some ancillary reasons.
That's the best part!
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
You guys don't know much about cup size, do ya?
hint: that A model is not a true A, and there are double and triple sizes in each cup category. Not many women want to buy a AAA or a trainer bra, but still.....visit your local Victoria's Secret. Or Frederick's of Hollywood. (Is that still around?)
Unless they've changed things, there's no such thing as an F or G cup. This cup choir could have used the sharps and flats instead, or better yet.... octaves!
Hey! Is there a companion jock size choir? If not, why not?
Fredrick's does F cups, did not find any sizes beyond DD at Victoria Secrets, but the site was rather distracting...
In other words GGT, get with the goddamn' times you're worse than the band-geeks up there
On a lighter note, I never thought I'd see Wiggin talk about shadaim so Wiggin how is married life and will mrs. wiggin be getting a note from la senza?
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
I rarely stoop to such puerile discussions, but the musical angle was irresistible. I'm afraid we'll have to shelve speculation about Mrs. Wiggin and her attributes, though. I can only confirm that she does have boobs.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
in the key of z
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Nope, they're sized in LIES
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."