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Also, moment when I realised my father's old: he was praising U2, except for "when they went up their arses with those two albums in the nineties".
 
God, I'm tired. Lesson learned, never call your desperate boss to tell him you're back in town, if you're really not ready to go back to work yet.
 
EYKIW married Pop. There were a couple of objectors, but they ... were locked in a forty foot lemon to think about their bad taste.

Marrying Pop would be a more tempting prospect than marrying Achtung. It's less moody and more self-aware. Probably not as good in the sack though.
 
Marrying Pop would be a more tempting prospect than marrying Achtung. It's less moody and more self-aware. Probably not as good in the sack though.

Achtung promises to develop into somebody in the future, though. Pop is kind of at the end of the road.

Tough choice.

Maybe one of the more honest eighties albums is the ideal partner.
 
Achtung promises to develop into somebody in the future, though. Pop is kind of at the end of the road.

Tough choice.

Maybe one of the more honest eighties albums is the ideal partner.

Boy is too immature. If you're into ugly Christian chicks, October is your album. I could never date a punky revolutionist, so War is out. TUF might be pretty hot, although the HERAWIN addiction might be a thing. JT would be too artsy and serious. R&H is a schizo.
 
I could never date a punky revolutionist, so War is out.

Drowning Man = "purely revolutionist" cred LOST.

Also, I've heard good things about the UF b-sides. Nobody really notices her at first, but she's got beauty and class, and she doesn't have the HERAWIN addiction her sister's got.
 
Drowning Man = "purely revolutionist" cred LOST.

Also, I've heard good things about the UF b-sides. Nobody really notices her at first, but she's got beauty and class, and she doesn't have the HERAWIN addiction her sister's got.

I admit, she is one classy fine lady...


...wait...


...did I say classy?


Under her skin I feel her laughing
Under her nails a piece of me
Under her weight I feel weightless
Under her sheets a friend and enemy



The seed is spilled, the bed defiled
For you, a virgin bride
Hide yourself in someone else
Don't find yourself in me
I can't lift you up again
Love comes tumbling down again


In this love song, love song
Love song, love song
Sun shine on me
Bring it through to my heart
I would give you everything
I will give you my desire



She be gettin' it OOOOOOOOOONNNNNN.
 
And I start the first day of my first year of college tomorrow. Doesn't sound so epochal, but it only happens once, I suppose. Much like the first all-purpose U2 compilation.

Night. :wave:
 
I think the first year of university feels significant in a kind of exciting, new way ... the last year can feel more significant in a kind of shitting-yourself "oh god what now?" way. I'll take the former, thanks.

All the best to both of you. :wave:
 
I'd rather avoid such a walking cliche that can't stop moping about a father it never liked when he was alive.
 
Ah shucks, I can't mess up on this one. :laugh:

I'd choose ... um, er ... Zooropa. Yes, Zooropa!

:shifty:
 
Some days are better than others when you're with Zooropa.

... I promise I'll never make this joke again.
 
But then your gal has a babyface, and might as well bring lemons in the groceries. For the first time, I have found love.
 
Problem is, she can be a bit numb, and you never know when she'll go wandering with somebody else.
 
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