well it is excellent to see all you class reggae lovers letting your souls be your pilot, but if some shitsucker sting fan is drawn here because this thread pops up in a search, you can talk to them about home counties tantra for six hours cos i'm not gonna.
in that 'sting on yoga' picture he looks like he's taking a shit upwards and forwards in defiance of gravity, like it's about to keek out between his knees. what kind of yoga's that, sting-fans
i loved him in lock stock and two trucking shunts that film's so so good -
mercy? what are you talking about, mental? you're in no position to harm me. i have protective amulets made from the bones of copeland and summers. your inexplicable bell-boy fixation will merely lead you to a cryptic scooter ride off beachy head.
