Dopers, I love the way your respective minds work, and I know this is one place where that question won’t get blank stares.
Here’s my example: Riding my bike one evening, I looked up to find that not only was I riding the wrong way down a one-way street, I was
riding the wrong way down Rich Street.
(I said, well that’s my problem right there!)
I needed to fly to L.A. for heart surgery with the renowned Dr. Heaven. When I got to the medical center, they were repairing the front entrance so I used the exit next to it. The elevator was out too, so after climbing the steps halfway I realized I needed to use all fours.
I was Going to California (with and achin’ in my heart), went In Through the Out Door, climbed the *Stairway to Heaven * halfway, then decided I’m Gonna Crawl.
Sumpin’ like that?
Well actually, I meant "sounded like (it should be) a song lyric ". Maybe it’s a musician thing. Sometimes you just find yourself describing your situation or surroundings in your head, and it sounds, I don’t know, artistic.
Nice try, though. 
As lyrics go, that’d only work, IMHO, if Rich was receiving a reverse cowgirl.
I sent a note to someone randomly, after I’d broken up with my SO, and then later apologized for the random nature of the email with the excuse of having written it “under the cover of night, with tears”.
I thought that sounded vaguely like a country song title…
Well, I woke up this morning, got out on the wrong side of bed. That’s right, I woke up this morning, got out on the wrong side of bed…
Also I’m away with work at the moment, when will I be home? I’ll be home on a monday, sometime around noon.
Riding the wrong way down Rich street is quite good. Sounds like a riches to rags story.
I recently got trapped in Arbutus.
There’s no way out of Arbutus, you see.
I was once in a restaurant at nine o’ clock on a Saturday.
When this was brought to everyone’s attention, you can probably guess what song we sang.
[manual quote] “As lyrics go, that’d only work, IMHO, if Rich was receiving a reverse cowgirl.” [/manual quote]
Okay. Chief Scott, while I’m not actually acquainted with the term “reverse cowgirl”, I think I can probably figure out the general idea. Ten-gallon hat, optional. Ten-gallon boobs, cumpulsory. You may be right. Certainly it would be less bluesy.
It musta been one of those moments where everything suddenly makes sense, and is terribly funny, but only to you.
I was living in a trailer. With a madman. I was working a regular part-time job, but I was pretty much desperately broke all the time. All my troubles at the time, from inside my somewhat curtailed perception (love is blind), seemed to revolve around money and the shortage thereof. I just couldn’t understand why I was trying so hard & getting nowhere.
And then it hit me: I was going the wrong way down Rich Street. A street, incidentally, ironically noticeably more affluent and somehow more genteel than the streets surrounding. One block long. And I started laughing. No wonder! I was going the wrong way down Rich Street!
[manual quote] “As lyrics go, that’d only work, IMHO, if Rich was receiving a reverse cowgirl.” [/manual quote]
Okay. Chief Scott, while I’m not actually acquainted with the term “reverse cowgirl”, I think I can probably figure out the general idea. Ten-gallon hat, optional. Ten-gallon boobs, cumpulsory. You may be right. Certainly it would be less bluesy.
It musta been one of those moments where everything suddenly makes sense, and is terribly funny, but only to you.
I was living in a trailer. With a madman. I was working a regular part-time job, but I was pretty much desperately broke all the time. All my troubles at the time, from inside my somewhat curtailed perception (love is blind), seemed to revolve around money and the shortage thereof. I just couldn’t understand why I was trying so hard & getting nowhere.
And then it hit me: I was going the wrong way down Rich Street. A street, incidentally, ironically noticeably more affluent and somehow more genteel than the streets surrounding. One block long. And I started laughing. No wonder! I was going the wrong way down Rich Street!
Double-post…ten minutes apart…weird.
Double-post…ten minutes apart…weird.
She was griping about work, over a Jack & Coke. She said, “They can eat me, but I don’t have to like it.”
I said, “I see what you mean, but I’ll tell you what. If I eat you, you will like it.” She smiled at me, and she clinked my glass.
Nothing came of it, and maybe that’s good. Other guys told me she’s a dangerous woman. She takes what she wants, and burns the rest. She’s still around, and I’m pretty sure I could have her, temporarily, if I was willing to risk everything.
I’ve stood on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I’ve been stuck in Lodi (just once though, not “again”).
It’s my understanding that once is enough. 
(That is so cool that you say that, too. When I was little that was my favorite song!)
I was composing an email the other day, on the subject of whether or not I would ever try dating a type of person with whom I have had bad experiences dating in the past. My brain spit up this line: “…but the bottom line is, I’m way to open minded to ever say never forever.” The last bit sounded a lot like some really cheesy song lyrics to me, maybe something like “I can’t ever say never forever” and I ended up not using it.
Now see, faced with that same situation, I would use the sentence because it sounded like a really cheesy song lyric.
That’s my problem, right there!
Showing my age here but years ago there was a song that went “Talked to my baby on the telephone ,long distance…”
I had a job at the time that involved being away from home all of the time except for leave so it became my GF and I s tune for obvious reasons.
Returning from abroad there was a dance organised for my colleagues and I and our GFs/wives and they played this record and on cue just about every couple on the dance floor said"They’re playing our song"
Also "I’m turning Japanese"is apparently about masturbation so thats another one.
Once I
“missed the last bus out of Glastonbury”
while backpacking 'round England.
It could be from a song about the Glastonbury music festival they have every summer. (Not that I’ve ever been.)
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s.
Well, a really hairy guy, anyways.