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| Mu nótahu ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | When I read the thread title without even looking at the video I thought about Hamelin. All things cute, sensitive and pasty make me think of Hamelin. To me, Hamelin is like driving by a fruit stand and seeing the most beautiful strawberries for only a $1 a basket and then buying 20 baskets and eating them up in your car and then puking on your favorite t-shirt on your drive back home. Hamelin is like riding in a hot air balloon and seeing the most beautiful sight only to find out that everyone else in the basket has jumped out because they had a pre-arranged suicide pact. I think we should turn this thread into a "What does Hamelin mean to you" thread. ![]() Last edited by Captain Beefheart; 05-31-2008 at 02:25 PM.. |
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| ICHiBAN HoOT ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Quote:
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| Josh's Loin Warmer ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Why the throwing up? Why the suicide pact? OK, fine, to me Hamelin is like a summer day with nothing to do but read, drink, and float on rafts in the pool. Hamelin is llike the friend that comes over to watch your kids if there is an emergency in the night, and the one who cries when you cry and smacks you when you are talking like and idiot. Hamelin is a pina colada with an umbrella straw and a double shot of rum. |
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| Mu nótahu ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Very well then. My feelings for Hamelin can only be projected by the nostalgia of pulling the shrinkwrap off my brothers Slayer cassette with my teeth and lstening to Raining Blood on the way to a friends birthday party. Her smile could only be converged by the association of new born baby pandas fighting each other. I'd like to think that if this were the bass fishing forum she would be the lone cricket eater typing mystical common sense for a purpose. If she were a member of an uncontacted tribe spotted in the Amazons I would lick her freckles before teaching her english and giving her a bible, only to later find out she was just a water molecule obliviously lining up polar bonds driven by the invisible kickass atomic laws of stealth capitalism in which case I would disssect her misguided Caulfieldesque brain in a crusty pandora box. Did I mention I want to lick her freckles and steal her poncho? ![]() Last edited by Captain Beefheart; 06-02-2008 at 01:55 AM.. |
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