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Fri 30 Apr, 2004 08:14 am
you know what i mean...
Oh, Mary-Ann for sure. Ginger was too high-maintence, and would never wash a dish.
How about a Ginger and Mary Ann sandwich? Who's going to know? The Howells are too addled to notice, the Professor is too busy making coconut telescopes and the Skipper and his Little Buddy are..... let's just say...... occupied in the hammocks.
Mary Ann was hotter'n a two dollar pistol . . .
Word to your Lovey . . .
I'll take Gilligan, myself. Did you know that Bob Denver moved to West Virginny and got busted 'cause Mary Ann sent him some pot? True story.
I'll take Mrs. Howell. As Magic Dick of the J Geils band said- "first I look at the purse!"
10-to-zip, nary a ginger fan in the bunch...
"the donald" would vote for her, wouldn't he?
Hmmm. I sorta thought the professor was cool, but all I can think about when the name Mary Ann pops up is:
All day, all night, Mary Ann, Mary Ann
Down by the seaside sifting sand.
All the little children love Mary Ann, Mary Ann,
Down by the seaside sifting sand.
Tina Louise? Sorry, Region. She couldn't act her way out of perdition.
The closest that I can come to Tina is a song called Nina by Matt Dennis.
I danced with Linda
I danced with Jean
I danced with Cindy
Then I suddenly see
Mary Ann with the shaky hands
What they've done to her man
Those shaky hands
Did you write that, Region?
Fantastic!
Wish more folks would post to the original writing forum.
Region's offering is from a rare track by the Who, I believe, Letty.
The boys all wanted Mary Ann. I wanted to be Ginger. The gloves, the purses, the heels, the cleavage! Forget short shorts, give me a sequinned evening gown. Or so I thought as a little girl. Anyone can have pigtails. Not everyone can have a bouffant hairdo. <sigh>
twas written by the who's pete townshend -- during his "blue" period in the mid-60's...
ah, foiled again. Well, anyway for Tina Beth and all who therein dwell:
It wasn't Matt Dennis, it was that Brit, Matt Monro, bus driver turned jazz artist.
Google sucks.
and the S.S. Minnow has gone down for a third time...
I heard another voice just now telling me to get off this damn computer.
Night, all.
From thunder-in-the-West Florida
G'night, Letty.
Here's hoping it's a peaceful, easy rest.
Ginger. Call me easily distracted by glamor, but there it is...
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