I'm Paul. Bassist for the Clash and I may or may not like you.
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[ BLOGE UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP -- NOW MANAGED BY SIMON ]
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(( speaking of paul
(◡‿◡✿) ))
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(( CHRIST ALMIGHTY
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL
WHERE’S MY LIFE ALERT HELP IVE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP ))
((*gives you life alert* here ya go!))
(( 2 late
i die
cause of death is paul ))
((Simon
Born: Unknown to Dawson
Death: Just Now
Cause of death: Paul Simonon’s face))
(( yes this is a good death certificate ))
(( speaking of paul
(◡‿◡✿) ))
(( (◡‿◡✿) ))
(( CHRIST ALMIGHTY
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL
WHERE’S MY LIFE ALERT HELP IVE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP ))
((*gives you life alert* here ya go!))
(( 2 late
i die
cause of death is paul ))
(( speaking of paul
(◡‿◡✿) ))
(( (◡‿◡✿) ))
(( CHRIST ALMIGHTY
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL
WHERE’S MY LIFE ALERT HELP IVE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP ))
Who are all these chicks.
(( o yea did i tell you guys that i got crayons for christmas
i’ve been crying about that for almost six months now))
(( i got a wii
and i left it on for three days playing the sims and it broke ))
*shrugs a shoulder, taking another drag and blowing the smoke out as he talks* Y’should take a holiday. God knows all of us could use one, uh-huh.
Yeah, holidays…*chuckles and rubs the back of her neck* I can’t, though. Photo shoots, fashion weeks and all that shit start next week again, so I can’t leave.
Yeah? What a drag. *laughs slightly, running a hand through his hair* Pretend you’re sick or somethin’. Mick does that lots.
Mick who? Jones? *chuckles* I don’t doubt it.
A’course Mick Jones, he’s the only Mick that matters. *grins slightly*
Well, there’s…*stays silent for a moment* nevermind *chuckles*
Exactly! No other Mick matters.
He’s a nice bloke.
*nods* Aye, he is. The kid’s like a brother t’me, y’know? I’d take a bullet for him if I had to.
That’s true love, mate.
*laughs slightly and shrugs* Yeah, s’ppose.
*giggles and smiles at him*
*smiles back, scratching the back of his neck* So uh, how you been recently? Or, or did I already ask that.
I think you did, but it doesn’t matter. My mood hasn’t changed in five minutes, though *laughs lightly*
*shrugs* Y’ never know with some people.
*shrugs a shoulder, taking another drag and blowing the smoke out as he talks* Y’should take a holiday. God knows all of us could use one, uh-huh.
Yeah, holidays…*chuckles and rubs the back of her neck* I can’t, though. Photo shoots, fashion weeks and all that shit start next week again, so I can’t leave.
Yeah? What a drag. *laughs slightly, running a hand through his hair* Pretend you’re sick or somethin’. Mick does that lots.
Mick who? Jones? *chuckles* I don’t doubt it.
A’course Mick Jones, he’s the only Mick that matters. *grins slightly*
Well, there’s…*stays silent for a moment* nevermind *chuckles*
Exactly! No other Mick matters.
He’s a nice bloke.
*nods* Aye, he is. The kid’s like a brother t’me, y’know? I’d take a bullet for him if I had to.
That’s true love, mate.
*laughs slightly and shrugs* Yeah, s’ppose.
*giggles and smiles at him*
*smiles back, scratching the back of his neck* So uh, how you been recently? Or, or did I already ask that.
*shrugs a shoulder, taking another drag and blowing the smoke out as he talks* Y’should take a holiday. God knows all of us could use one, uh-huh.
Yeah, holidays…*chuckles and rubs the back of her neck* I can’t, though. Photo shoots, fashion weeks and all that shit start next week again, so I can’t leave.
Yeah? What a drag. *laughs slightly, running a hand through his hair* Pretend you’re sick or somethin’. Mick does that lots.
Mick who? Jones? *chuckles* I don’t doubt it.
A’course Mick Jones, he’s the only Mick that matters. *grins slightly*
Well, there’s…*stays silent for a moment* nevermind *chuckles*
Exactly! No other Mick matters.
He’s a nice bloke.
*nods* Aye, he is. The kid’s like a brother t’me, y’know? I’d take a bullet for him if I had to.
That’s true love, mate.
*laughs slightly and shrugs* Yeah, s’ppose.
I didn’t get married ya tosser.
Married Topps and moved to the British countryside to a sheep farm.
I was thinkin’ about it….but I don’t like sheep.
Alright a cow farm, then.
I just like cats mate.
A cow farm that has a barn filled with cats?
