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TOP 10 DIRTIEST ALBUM COVERS

By jon | Published: April 1, 2009
TOP 10 DIRTIEST ALBUM COVERS how do me aul moos? still alive be ye? and we…yes…still alive, still alive….what day is it?…Wednesday….right…more rumblings from the forest…from your ever present friendos, Class of 1984……spring brings us sun and salutations..good moods abound…we are currently in preparation for our return to New Jersey to finish up what mess [...]
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Hello Mister Craddup

By jon | Published: March 30, 2009
Hello Mister Craddup………..
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Our Big Fat American Blog (Part 2)

By jon | Published: March 13, 2009
Our Big Fat American Blog(part 2) …nuts for nuts? how do?…oh ye, the fairest of classmates?…today is feisty friday…and like so we be in a feisty mood to get work done and get our drink on…but first we shall be blogging our very intimate and infinitely random videos and pics of our time in the [...]
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Our Big Fat American Blog (Part 1)

By jon | Published: March 9, 2009
winners! ….well classmates…we return…from yonder American shores…bent and beaten..bereft of ball and weak of bone….but grinning from ear to ear like a grinning cat…all went according to chaos…we went..we saw…we bought the t-shirt and managed to record many a song there also…your ever faithful Class of 1984…your tried and trusty noise vendors…have returned…and what a [...]
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Irish Gypsies in New Jersey North America

By jon | Published: February 26, 2009
The eagle has landed in the US of A….. The American passport control office (after the obligatory cavity search and questioning… laughing over a cigar) has allowed your fello class mates into the land of opportunity. Great! we are currently learning the art of putting our noisy clatterings onto the black record disc thing…. Keeping [...]
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Goodbyeee

By jon | Published: February 22, 2009
in the wee dark hours of this morn we set flight…… James, myself and a flagon of whiskey to warm the cockles…off to America…off to the promised land…the last bastion of freedom…the cars as big as bars and the rivers of gold and the wind blows right through you tis no place for the old…ah [...]
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