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Had to wiki "Christian Rock"......, big list of artists on there. One musician plays, "folk rock" "rock" and "Jesus music" ! What the "heaven" is Jesus music?
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
I couldn't tell you, but the crap this station plays is bad pop with a religious theme. It would suck regardless of the words, but the insipid lyrics don't help it any
Fuck, it is terrible.
I feel like I am watching the destruction of our democracy while my neighbors and friends cheer it on
U2. When I hear their name I think of that story about Bono clicking his fingers onstage in Glasgow, saying, "Every time I click my fingers, an African child dies"...... some Glaswegian shouts, "WELL STOP FUCKIN' DOIN' IT THEN!"
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
Christian Rock? Bah! We didn't have no Christian Rock back in my day. We had Revival Meetins, that's what we had.
The whole town would go to a big circus tent that Preacher Jorganson would have set up by the First Babtist Church and we would sing and dance, some people would get all caught up and speak in that gibberish and roll around on the floor with their eyes all rolled up inside their heads. It shore was a sight.
One time, Preacher Jorganson's daughter, Cindy Lou even got out a box full of snakes and grabbed up a big ol' Diamondback and danced around with it, kissing it and wrapping it around her waist. She was a sight, young and pretty as a fresh water clam. She was breathing hard and starting to lather up a bit. I'll tell you, them town boys was paying her more attention than they payed the roast turkey at Thanksgiving dinner. The was yellin Amen and Praise the Lord and Oh Dear God, when all of a sudden that snake up and bit Cindy Lou right on bazoom! We thought we was going to lose her for sure, but it must have been the Holy Spirit in them boys that got them movin into action. They was lined up almost all the way out the door waiting for a turn to try to suck that poison out of that there bite. The Smithson boys even got into a bit of a dust up trying to get ahead of each other to do Gods work and save poor Cindy Lou's life. And I'm here to tell you that it worked. Iffin it wasn't for their fast action, we shore as shootin would have lost poor Cindy Lou, cause that was one big mean snake.
As things settled down, Preacher Jorganson sat in his chair and all of a sudden he jumped up like he was shot out of a cannon and screamed "Jesus Christ". We thought he was prayin so we all answered with an "Amen" that shook them tent poles, then we seen that not all them snakes was back in the box and one of them rascals was on the Preacher's chair. I'll be smacked it it hadn't a bit ol' Preacher Jorganson right on the right cheek of his big ol sweaty behind
Three days later we burried that preacher behind the First Babtist Church.
That right there is proof that God works in mysterious ways.
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
^ A sports journalist at a Jim Caldwell press conference. ^
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
Tell you what, I'm fucking sick of people taking the piss out of my wife who's a dwarf. I'm going to make her favourite meal for her tonight, download her favourite movie for us to watch together, then I'll run her a nice, hot, soapy, sink.
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
This should go in the "Non football related want to smash my fkn phone" thread, but couldn't find it.
Does this scenario happen in America......, you call an insurance company about an existing insurance policy but you have a minor enquiry....... you speak with someone for about 5 minutes, then they say, "I think I'll need to pass you to my colleague on this one," ......, so you are put on hold for another 5 minutes, BUT, when the colleague arrives on the phone, they say, "Hello there, how can I help?"
I always feel like saying, "I don't know, you fucking tell me, can you help?"
The other person who's "passed you to their colleague" hasn't told them anything about your enquiry!! And the call is being recorded so you've got to be nice etc etc!
Fkn annoying.
Happen over there?
"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
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