Let's have a ding-dong.
Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 3:17 pmI hold it close to my heart, that despite the general convenience and cost friendly nature of "sole Nand gate usage" within the SMT and various other electronics manufacturing environments, that we shouldn't be complacent, and blissfully ignorant about the full range of digital logic components!
It fucking makes me sick.
And don't make me start on the bloody nonces....should be tied up and raped by 30 stones, siberian-horde mountain gorilla's with 2 gallon cocks.
I tell ya, ya don't get yer moneys-worth here...god save the queen 'n that. Bah! Bollocks to that idea, bring on the bloody round-heads for all i care.
Don't forget it, bitches.
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Just thinking how my crops would fare, without my pesticide
I spent so many days, trying to beat insects from my lawn
But I was strong, and thought I'd write this song
But now you're back, from your hiding place
I didn't realise until, I swat that cockroach from my face
I hit that fucking thing so hard, and had it fried up for my tea
I ran around my crops a-yelling, with my voice a-full with glee
At your service.
It fucking makes me sick.
And don't make me start on the bloody nonces....should be tied up and raped by 30 stones, siberian-horde mountain gorilla's with 2 gallon cocks.
I tell ya, ya don't get yer moneys-worth here...god save the queen 'n that. Bah! Bollocks to that idea, bring on the bloody round-heads for all i care.
Bugger me, there ain't a place I can go without some wigga hastleing me for a mug of fucking kenco, who do they think they are, eh? The countess of fucking Bognor? Bleeding chavs.
Don't forget it, bitches.
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Just thinking how my crops would fare, without my pesticide
I spent so many days, trying to beat insects from my lawn
But I was strong, and thought I'd write this song
But now you're back, from your hiding place
I didn't realise until, I swat that cockroach from my face
I hit that fucking thing so hard, and had it fried up for my tea
I ran around my crops a-yelling, with my voice a-full with glee
At your service.