If you buy them at the butcher and the heads aren't still attached, you never know, so you could make something up....
True story, and you can use it as inspiration if you want. We had a friend who was a dog owner, and he used to walk his poodle right by a house owned by a bonafide crazy cat lady. Yes, she owned a ton of cats, "free-range", and one day, one of them tried to attack our friend's dog, who naturally tried to defend itself. Crazy cat lady ran out of the house and punched our friend in the face, breaking his glasses. He was too polite to actually consider harvesting those cats for preparation, but in your shoes, what might you have done? I think this might make a good Halloween story...
do you remember tales from the crypt keeper? well i remember a story where a guy retires and his wife is one of those cat ladies.. well shes a little on the looney side and gives tuna to the cats and cat food to her husband. this drives the man over the edge and kills and guts all the cats and turns them into robots that kill the old lady...
Strangely enough I do remember that.
lol funny how things just pop into your mind aint it
i see it on sci fi every now and then... usually around this time of the year... i loved the move... though i cant remember much of it... HBO needs some more shows like that... no more of these talk shows... blah
It pops up occasionally in reruns here, but I'm guessing the broadcast rights are not cleared yet for syndication.
the ever so smart cav breaking out the smartness... gotta love it... i dont know why cus it hasnt been aired for a long time
Odd Socks wrote:Here's my translation:
How many mirrors in my eye
Me, the one who loves geese
Come visit us in the spring
and we will ravage and enslave my brother
s**** Seed
he's too ready with the whip
he wanted to use it with Montana
But ended up just playing with his grandmother
Isn't my Spanish coming along nicely but, Standup, Panzade a bit of an odd one to, to write such things.
I thought about translating the song for standup.. but yours is surely better.
Thanks. When I translate Dante's "The Divine Comedy" it ends up being about foot fungi, marijuana, snow cones and bestiality.
What's your translation, anyhow?
Mine is a more literate one
Let's see:
When you look me in the eyes
I feel like crying
Like the spring comes
And the branches start sprouting
Leave seed
Come with me
To the blue mountains
And their great destiny
Ay, que lindo Joe. Bien hecho mi compadre.
Yo tengo una vaca que se llama Meche
Desde que me case solo sirve mala leche
El cachorro hace las demandas no el sacerdote
Ok, if you guys are goona talk other languages, could you please tell me what the hell is being said in a language I understand...lol....and panzade, what does your song mean? Seriously!
It says what I translated... at least I think it does
It does...and I'm miffed that you don't recognize my brilliance pessy...I mean how many suitors can write you a heart wrenching poem in another language?...sheesh
...walks away dispiritedly...
I love the feel that you got Joe ...and the way you rhymed it...that's a difficult thing to do. You should think about translations.
Ok Panzade.....by the way...I DO think it's wonderful that you speak a different language....maybe you could teach me sometime :wink: Great song, and I know i'll love those mountains, so anytime you wanna take me away....just say....but please, in words I can understand....hehe
Standup, are you aware of the fact that panzade is a short gnarled man with a large hump on his back and every day he climbs a flight of stairs to ring a bell. To ring a bell! That's his friggin' job!
He sits up there in his comfortable bell tower, munches a peanut butter sandwich, and gazes over the city.
Then, when the time is right, he'll ring the bell again.
It is a life of monotony, a life without hope.
I suggest you go to the beach and try to pick up some surfer or something like that.
