Music

[Lemonade]

I love music, me. I don't ever want to talk about anything else.

[Old Gold]

Far out. Maybe someone should make a website dedicated to discussion of that nature...

[Shaki]

I love music, me. I don't ever want to talk about anything else.

I think it's OK. Not really my thing though. I find most people who love it to be deeply uninteresting people with deeply uninteresting lives.

STAAAAANNNND FREEEEEEE

[soundian]

I love music, me. I don't ever want to talk about anything else.

Surely that's football you're on about?

[Alkaline]

Spurs are 2-1 down at the moment

[Stripey]

No human in the world will be more evasive then a girl on the subject

of music. If she likes you, and you just met her you will NEVER get a straight

answer out of her on this subject. Here is the typical conversation:

BOY : "So tell me Girl, what kind of music are you into?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't know, all kinds..."

BOY : "Well, you mean you don't have a favorite type?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't like country music, but other than that I like everything

else."

BOY : [mutters 'ya, right'] "Well, what are some of your favorite bands then?"

GIRL: "I don't really have any, I just listen to whatever is on the radio."

BOY : [last ditch attempt.] "What radio station do you listen to?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't know, I just sorta scan around."

Oh fuck, what a worthless conversation. If you go to the chick's house it

turns out she only like George Michael and MC Hammer or some shit like that,

but of course she doesn't tell you this.

[Lemonade]

No human in the world will be more evasive then a girl on the subject

of music. If she likes you, and you just met her you will NEVER get a straight

answer out of her on this subject. Here is the typical conversation:

BOY : "So tell me Girl, what kind of music are you into?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't know, all kinds..."

BOY : "Well, you mean you don't have a favorite type?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't like country music, but other than that I like everything

else."

BOY : [mutters 'ya, right'] "Well, what are some of your favorite bands then?"

GIRL: "I don't really have any, I just listen to whatever is on the radio."

BOY : [last ditch attempt.] "What radio station do you listen to?"

GIRL: "Oh, I don't know, I just sorta scan around."

Oh fuck, what a worthless conversation. If you go to the chick's house it

turns out she only like George Michael and MC Hammer or some shit like that,

but of course she doesn't tell you this.

As soon as she said she didn't like country I'd be out the door.

"You what? You like George Michael but you don't like Johnny Cash? Later!"

The only thing that doesn't do it for me is rap/hip-hop. Tried to get into it. Just doesn't push my buttons at all. Ooh, and "R&B". Awful. I used to work with this girl who made me listen to this awful R&B stuff all day, all slimy guys singing about shagging girls. Then I'd put on something like Weezer and she would moan about how shit it is. Never did like that girl.

[Shaki]

My girlfriend has a really good taste in music although doesn't really read or talk about it that much, certainly not as obbsessively as I do. You get that with blokes too of course but I'd say more women, in my experience anyway. You do get folk who just aren't really into music. Strange breed. Hugh Grant is one of them, he admitted this in a recent interview. Footballers don't like music on the whole.

[soundian]

No human in the world will be more evasive then a girl on the subject of music.

So, girls ain't human.

Way to go stud!

[Stripey]

John felt that sex was equal parts in the mind and in the groin. There were no girls he

really lusted for, they were all too clean. John considered himself a fan of

"post-modern" music. He liked Ministry, The Cure, Depeche Mode, and he wanted

a "post-modern" girl. Dressed in black, shaved head, a pierced nose, John got

a raging skin-stretcher everytime he thought about such a girl. But in the

small upper-middle class school that John went to, there were no such girls.

So John considered the possibility of engaging in some ram-rodding and

flute-tooting with a fellow male. Not one of those hairy, ogre-like football

players, but a nice firm, tight, soccer player with muscular hairless legs.

John may have been a "post-modern" fellow (or Robert Smith wanna-be), but

he was definitely no wimp. He was over six-feet tall and was in good shape.

He had extremely hairy legs, which he thought about shaving every day.

Anyways, being such a husky dude, he was able to enjoy gym.

Usually, John had another class right after gym, which left no time to take a shower. Today, however, gym ended up being the last period of the day, which allowed John

plenty of shower time. Two other guys also decided to stay for a shower.

John knew them as Jack and Scott, two soccer players. They weren't in the gym class, but it was soon obvious why they were in the shower. They were lathering each other up, unaware of John staring at them. Scott was on his knees rubbing his hands along Jack's inner thighs.

[Stripey]

[soundian]

I don't know whether you're trying to say that girls are sub-human, therefore you'd rather prefer looking at pictures of boys kissing, or just off on another completely off-the -topic ramble of your own.

[Neil]

C'mon, we can do better than this folks. Closed.