Forum posts made by rossc0

Topic Favorite kind of music?
Posted 26 Feb 2012 15:56

Listen to nearly everything apart from pop as it gets on my nerves. My favourite genre would have to be classic rock
guns'n'roses pink floyd etc

Topic Favorite Drink
Posted 26 Feb 2012 15:50

Vodka and irn bru usually if I'm out. Water if I'm in the house,

Topic What do you call it... soda, pop, coke or something different
Posted 26 Feb 2012 15:44

Depends if I'm talking about a particular brand like irn bru I would just say irn bru. If i was talking about it in general I would call it a can or bottle of fizzy juice.

Topic Witty One Liners and Tongue Twisters
Posted 08 Feb 2012 11:38

how much wood could a wood chopper chop if a wood chopper could cut wood

Topic World around you in two words
Posted 08 Feb 2012 11:35

loud music

Topic Agree/disagree
Posted 08 Feb 2012 10:56


Laughter is the best medicine

Topic ipod/mp3 shuffle
Posted 08 Feb 2012 10:50

apache the shadows

Topic Talk in song titles
Posted 08 Feb 2012 10:44

Are you sure - the allisons

Topic I really need...
Posted 08 Feb 2012 10:41

To be more prepared!

Topic Alphabet Songs (A-Z)
Posted 08 Feb 2012 10:40

jump van halen

Topic I really need...
Posted 02 Feb 2012 12:34


I have a serious craving right now for something spicy!!

Topic Sexy Butts
Posted 30 Jan 2012 13:19 Kournikova hot ass.jpg

Topic Blue Eyes
Posted 30 Jan 2012 13:12

Topic What are you listening to right now?
Posted 30 Jan 2012 13:08

Pink floyd - another brick in the wall

Topic Ask the person below you any question
Posted 29 Jan 2012 15:34


what is the name of the song that no matter what lifts your mood?

Topic favourite poem
Posted 29 Jan 2012 10:04

forgot to post on burns night :( but heres one of Burns

To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

Topic favourite poem
Posted 23 Jan 2012 11:50

another one of my favs, i tend to like war poems

Shooting stars
By Carol Ann Duffy

After I no longer speak they break our fingers
to salvage my wedding ring. Rebecca Rachel Ruth
Aaron Emmanuel David, stars on all our brows
Beneath the gaze of men with guns. Mourn for our daughters,

upright as statues, brave. You would not look at me.
You waited for the bullet. Fell. I say, Remember.
Remember those appalling days which make the world
forever bad. One saw I was alive. Loosened

his belt. My bowels opened in a ragged gape of fear.
Between the gap of corpses I could see a child.
The soldiers laughed. Only a matter of days separate
this from acts of torture now. They shot her in the eye.

How would you prepare to die, on a perfect April evening
with young men gossiping and smoking by the graves?
My bare feet felt the earth and urine trickled
down my legs. I heard the click. Not yet. A trick.

After immense suffering someone takes tea on the lawn.
After the terrible moans a boy washes his uniform.
After the history lesson children run to their toys the world
turns in its sleep the spades shovel soil Sara Ezra…

Sister, if seas part us, do you not consider me?
Tell them I sang the ancient psalms at dusk
inside the wire and strong men wept. Turn thee
unto me with mercy, for I am desolate and lost.

Topic Awkward Moments
Posted 18 Jan 2012 12:38

the awkward moment when your taking a shower at a friends. you get naked then realise you have no idea how the shower works

Topic Awkward Moments
Posted 10 Jan 2012 14:39

the awkward moment when voldemort sneezes

Topic What are you listening to right now?
Posted 10 Jan 2012 14:34

snow- red hot chilli peppers

Topic What are you listening to right now?
Posted 10 Jan 2012 14:33

snow- red hot chilli peppers

Topic What NOT to do naked ...
Posted 10 Jan 2012 12:01

get distracted when ironing

Topic favourite poem
Posted 10 Jan 2012 11:14

Either write your fvourite a poem or a stanza from that poem pretty simple

e.g. my favourite poem is Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain, - but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
- These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lings that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable, and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.
Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
- Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
- Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.

Topic short snappy cheeky poems
Posted 10 Jan 2012 11:08

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

Topic I really need...
Posted 09 Jan 2012 11:25

to study more

Topic ipod/mp3 shuffle
Posted 09 Jan 2012 10:24

no one knows - queens of the stone age

Topic Last Two Letters ....
Posted 08 Jan 2012 17:44


Topic Drop letter, add letter ..
Posted 08 Jan 2012 17:42

Sleep - sleet

Topic Favorite line from ur favorite movie
Posted 08 Jan 2012 16:33

My favourite line from a movie is

the lady might slip and cut your jugular
All your blood would be on the floor in four minutes
I have seen this i have done this
You do not want this.

This is from you dont mess with the zohan

Topic I would love to ?????
Posted 08 Jan 2012 16:27

Be able to shapeshift