Think of it as a protest.
Wow, I've been a member here for like four years and I don't have 10,000 posts.
I'm am a total slacker.
Quality over quantity comes to mind.
..not a slur at Momma or anyone else...
DrewDad wrote:And yet you seem to have a strange fascination with her....
Alot of people seem to be fasinated with Momma. Weird man, weird.
Some kind of freakish cyberspace love triangle gone bad.
I am not in the least fascinated with her, and anyone who doesn't by now realize that DD relishes the role of turd-stirrer hasn't been paying attention.
At MOAN's current rate, assuming she sleeps eight hours a day, and spends at least twenty minutes eating at least three times a day--that would still average over one post every thirty minutes, 365 days straight.
I'm gonna have to really hustle to keep up, to keep track of the latest development.
If i fall behind, someone please PM me to let me know the following:
If MOAN has been positively identified as PS;
Failing that, if there are any juicy details of their homosexual relationship;
Whether or not, if anyone can categorically demontrate than anyone with a mental age over ten truly gives a rat's ass.
Oooohhhh SH!T, It's another conspiracy!!!!!! Everybody get to headquarters quick!
I didn't know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon
Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical
I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, beardsly prints
I put down to experience
The big bosomed lady with the dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you
Chorus:
You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul
My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You're beauty and elegance
You're a rhapsody, a comedy
You're a symphony and a play
You're every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me
(chorus)
You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you're every schoolboy's dream
You're celtic, united, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen
And there have been many affairs
Many times I've thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
'cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found
(chorus)
I said a really good hello,
she said and even better goodbye.
The Doors wrote a song about people like this.
People are strange
When you're a stranger
Women look wicked
When you're unwanted
Streets are ugly
When you're down . . .
the doors didn't actually write this tune, but it's the first on i thought of
Alabama Song
The Doors
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Setana's got it.
I didn't know the Doors didn't write Alabama Song.
Alabama Song from Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny, 1931
Bertolt Brecht/Kurt Weil
i assumed you meant people are strange, but some posters on this site make me want to drink copious amounts of booze
dj, I don't know who said this and I don't even know it it's good advice but "always try to get more out of alcohol than alcohol gets out of you"
sounds like words to liver by
or as i am fond of saying
i'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy
This is now stuck in my head, thank you very much...
people are strange
When you're a stranger
Women look wicked
When you're unwanted
Streets are ugly
When you're down . . .
