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I Will Never Play Live In Grimsby


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The Grimsby rave scene is filled with fish, dodgy boat salesmen and pirates. They say they love you, then show their love by supplying poor quality pollock, scuttling your trawler and threatening to get John West onto you. Nothing but a bunch of hatters. I have no energy or time for hats, sorry.

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Arrrr you goin' t' expand on your opinions, or be this it? Or be you a big enough artist for this t' be relevant by itself?

  On 12/20/2013 at 11:40 AM, ThatSpanishGuy said:
Arrrr you goin' t' expand on your opinions, or be this it? Or be you a big enough artist for this t' be relevant by itself?

 

I've driven through Grimsby and have been harassed constantly in real life by the Young's fish song.

your IQ is too high for Grimsby innit

 

  On 1/19/2020 at 5:27 PM, Richie Sombrero said:

Nah, you're a wee child who can't wait for official release. Embarrassing. Shove your privilege. 

  On 9/2/2014 at 12:37 AM, Ivan Ooze said:

don't be a cockroach prolapsing nun bulkV

Guest cult fiction

If you want to see how bad Grimsby really is, just go here:

 

http://www.grimsbytelegraph.co.uk/news

 

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Police helicopter in search for man with a firearm in Grimsby

 

Humberside Police's helicopter is currently hovering over Grimsby after a report of a man with a firearm.

:beer: grmsby ftw


its cold in the grimsbys

 

  On 1/19/2020 at 5:27 PM, Richie Sombrero said:

Nah, you're a wee child who can't wait for official release. Embarrassing. Shove your privilege. 

  On 9/2/2014 at 12:37 AM, Ivan Ooze said:

don't be a cockroach prolapsing nun bulkV

Guest Roksen Creek
As I lay dreaming in my bed
Across the great divide
I thought I heard the trawler boats
Returning on the tide
And in this vision of my home
The shingle beach did ring
I saw the lights along the pier
That made my senses sing
Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby
Oh England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby
Through nights of mad youth
I have loved every sluice in your harbour
And in your wild sands from boyhood to man
Strangers have found themselves fathers

Take me back you rustic town
I miss your magic charm
Just to smell your candy floss
Or drink in the Skinners Arms
No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty
Of your pies and peas
I want to ride your fairground
Take air along the quay

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