|A "you couldn't get more unofficial than this" website by Leonie "likes inverted comma's" Brialey|
|even though it was only one night it was...fucking strange. nina's in the bedroom. she said time to go now. but leaving it ain't easy. oh.|
|In the spirit of Wayne's World, let's get a gun and go to a broadway show. Or, more appropriately, in the spirit of The Strokes, lets get some chuck taylor's and go to a Shitty Beatles show. Hur-rah!
Hi. Welcome to New York City Strokes, a "you couldn't get more unofficial than this" fansite for these 5 guys from New York who are just way too tired and hard to explain, apart from the fucking awsome music they make, the hype, the haircuts and the dirty jeans. They are the Strokes, they fucking rock and i love 'em and i don't wanna here another word about it.
Now shut up and click me.
oh, and stop staring at Nick...stop it. hey! *whacks you over the head* what'd i just tell yer?
|oh i've got to let go. and the hours they went slow. i said every night, she just can't stop saying, new york city strokes, uh cops...i said cops|
|this page has been stroked this many times...what a slut.|
|Meanwhile, if none of that appeals, you're annoyingly hard to please and probably going to buggar off and look at porn...
but before you do, SIGN THE GUESTBOOK and make me look popular. Thanks for coming! Come back soon lovers, just for a laugh, see if i've bothered to fix the shit...
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|"this is a love song" and a website"|