Hopefully not Shannon Sharpe. The guy talks like he has marbles in his mouth. Hebbe mebbe, Mush Mouth from Fat Albert. My friend's ex-girlfriend who often posed for life drawing sessions once said, "I'm wrapping a sheet around myself and just leaving my breasts exposed so you can do studies of the fabric. I can't pose completely nude tonight because I'm on my ministration." I know my brow wrinkled in confusion for a second, but I didn't breathe a word. Someone else said, "You have your period? OK. Fabric study, cool." It dispersed the awkward tension. Well done. You just know when it's shitty form to correct someone, and that would've been mean and unnecessary in front of 15 people for no other reason than to be a stuck up bitch. The last thing I am is a snob. And I'm half fckn retarded, thanks.
I love this album, by the way. Desperate Susans, desperate Dans. What does it mean, what does anything mean Sending out signals I see the smoke screens What is not dirty, what is not clean What should we not hear, what shouldn't be seen Running off verbals like a runaway truck Who censors the censor, can I do that myself Make up my own mind like anyone else Forget me, forget me not Remember me like acid drops Mind over morals, anything banned The zealots are marching with Bible in hand Keyed to the roof 100 proof Some of them hairpins, some of them clams Desperate Susans, desperate Dans Who censors the censor, can I do that myself Make up my own mind like anyone else You read but missed my plot You only see that what is not These are clueless, living in fear Scared of their own sex or anything clear Still looking down proboscis crown Vague hope and no charity - welcome to the 21st century The hush puppy hushes, a dummy dumb struck What is bad language, what shouldn't be heard Or used as a token or used as a word What is not dirty, what is not clean What is not filthy, what is obscene Who censors the censor, can I do that myself Make up my own mind like anyone else Forget me, forget me not Remember me like acid drops These different colours, different style Different cultures - these blend in a while Prejudice prods through a big picket fence Divided we fall without a defense The seat of easement, the privy parliament Petticoat merchants bent on intent There everywhere, these tricks of the trade Some in the light, some in the shade
And now you know the rest of the story. We're showing our age because I got that immediately. But, just like I always say, all of my stories are true. ; )
In other news . . . https://www.vulture.com/amp/2019/01/alec-baldwin-in-court-guilty-harassment.html He's such a headcase, hahahaha. I know this one by heart. Me and the old man, every time somebody acts like a dick in public, "I'm gonna get on a plane . . . !" Someone posted a YouTube video a long time ago that was one of the most brilliant things I've ever seen. It was a drunk out of his mind David Hasselhoff eating a burger with the Alec Baldwin rant as accompaniment. I can't even describe it, but I never laughed so hard in my life. I mean shrieking, crying, buckled over. When Hasselhoff goes, "Whuuut?"' cue in Alec Baldwin, and every time Hasselhoff's daughter asks him a question and he answers, the rant continues. Alas, no longer to be found. : ( Does anyone remember when Baldwin called a black reporter a crackhead? Hahahaha, classic.
First off, I put that post in the wrong thread. Second off, I said ooops, wrong thread, mistakenly thinking I had deleted it. Third off, I think it's time to make an appointment with my Neurologist.
I hate when they call people that passed away "late." One of the silliest expressions of all time. When I was in my teen years and early 20s I thought that meant the later portion of their life. I liked the early John Candy as well, thank you.
