Captain Poopey has sailed the high seas of mediocrity for many years. But when things get him down or downright give him the shits, he sets sail for this here blog and hurls a tankard or three at whatever has shat him that day. Join the Captain on the poopdeck for some rum-flavoured glassings. Anchors away and roger the cabin boy!
4 comments:
UNSUPPORTED!!
RAAAAAWK ON!
I say if Poop at 60 wants to let off some fucken tasty air-guitar riffs, go for it.
I guess if it's ok for Ronnie James Dio then it's alright for the Poops - cheers for the support Festy!
Gaarn.
You'll be looking like Keith Richards when you're 40, Poopey. I can't see you hitting 60.
As long as I can fall out of a coconut tree and not feel a fucking thing I'll be happy. Now where's those Depends?
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