I just imagined some song called “Fucking Manx Rain” about… rain in Manx. But it’s a pop song, in the style of Badly Drawn Boy. The video clip will feature a young man in a hood dodging seagulls. HILARIOUS.
"It don’t rain, and it don’t pour,
Seems like it don’t rain at all
Except some kind of lame-ass drizzle
If I was Snoop Dog, I’d be like ‘shizzle my nizzle’
It’s just like London '49
Luftwaffe coming down the line
Feathered white and their shit is too
Seagull air raid - out to get you.
I take off my hoodie, in shitty disgrace
And the rain sort of comes down and tickles my face
Get your rain on right or don’t do it at all
I just saw a drunk guy pissing on a wall".
Zero bonus points to the first person to point out nobody was bombing London in 1949.
Heh. I was in Amsterdam a few weeks ago and got shat on. Something hit my back, and I looked around. When I reached around to feel my right shoulder-blade, pooh-city.
Now the typical reponse from me is out and out laughter. I knew the law of averages had finally come to smack me one and I laughed myself silly. My friends, who are all twice my age, refused to laugh. Bah on them. They just stood there cooing (no pun intended), “Oh sweetie, let’s get you a napkin.” I’m a grown woman! I can fucking laugh at myself! Laugh with me, goddamnit!!
