booker- T

where is he did he just leave or was he pushed ?

I was wondering that myself.Hope he comes back.

norrie

A nauseating creep, that Booker T!

You're a mean one, Booker T.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Booker T.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Booker T.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Booker T.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Booker T.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Booker T.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.


You're a foul one, Booker T.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Booker T.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Booker T.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Booker T.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Booker T.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Booker T.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

A nauseating creep, that Booker T!

You're a mean one, Booker T.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Booker T.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Booker T.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Booker T.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Booker T.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Booker T.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.


You're a foul one, Booker T.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Booker T.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Booker T.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Booker T.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Booker T.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Booker T.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

ok i get it welcome back booker.........................

A nauseating creep, that Booker T!

You're a mean one, Booker T.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Booker T.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Booker T.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Booker T.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Booker T.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Booker T.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.


You're a foul one, Booker T.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Booker T.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Booker T.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Booker T.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Booker T.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Booker T.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

YOURE NOT HIS BIGGEST FAN THEN?

I don't know if this is true or not.
I was told Frankie Teardrop is Booker T in disguise.
I have seen that FT before on a forum.

where is he did he just leave or was he pushed ?

I thought he just metamorphosed into Frankie Teardrop !

where is he did he just leave or was he pushed ?

I thought he just metamorphosed into Frankie Teardrop !

i thought that colin i just wanted to make sure.

Me, Booker T? A dirty Communist lie! Straight from Hanoi! Happy New Year!

Me, Booker T? A dirty Communist lie! Straight from Hanoi! Happy New Year!

no probs booker..................................

I don't know if this is true or not.
I was told Frankie Teardrop is Booker T in disguise.
I have seen that FT before on a forum.

what forum?

I'm Booker-T!

I'm Booker-T!

I thought you were me and the Doc?

Booker T offered a steady stream of intelligent, direct and witty posts on FECC. Unfortunately, this was anathema to some members.

Booker T offered a steady stream of intelligent, direct and witty posts on FECC. Unfortunately, this was anathema to some members.

Case in point.

Case in point.

comedian

Case in point.

comedian

Is this supposed to be comedy or what?
Very dry to me and it don't make sense.

I'm Booker-T!

I thought you were me and the Doc?

That Matthew character has a lot to answer for, coming on here and posting his opinions!

Wait - who am I?

I'm Booker-T!

I thought you were me and the Doc?

That Matthew character has a lot to answer for, coming on here and posting his opinions!

Wait - who am I?

Isn't confusing? Maybe the guys over at Ben's forum can clear it up?