ah - well that explains why I’m lost. I’m unfamiliar with the songs. I feel so out of touch…
You don’t have the Flood album Kalley? (Actually that’s for anyone who doesn’t have the Flood album. Pure genius.)
I thought about posting with a mish-mash of song lyrics from records (actually CD’s you young whipper-snappers) chosen mostly at random. Or go through my TMBG’s then pick at random. But that sounds too hard. So I won’t. Now you just get regular posts. Unless I change my mind. I can do that, change my mind. But I probably won’t, 'cause like I said, that sounds hard.
-Rue. (give me hard times only when it comes to you)
I just now ordered it, so there!
I think we should make They Might Be Giants the offical band of the MMP.
Or maybe Neil Diamond.
Song sung blue . . .
You don’t send me roses . . .
Shiloh, when I was young . . .
I’m a believer . . .
Porcupine pie . .
Thank the Lord for the night time . . .
And those are just off the top of my head. I had a twisted adolescence.
Kallessa (Forever in blue jeans)
I wish I had something to contribute, but I don’t.
Obviously I don’t know enough They Might Be Giants songs.
The only TMBG song I know is the one about Istanbul not Constantinople… and I don’t know it that well…
I could add to Kallessa’s list a little though:
Cracklin Rose you make me smile…
Forever in Blue jeans babe…
Sweet Caroline, the good times never seemed so good…
Play me…
I could go on but I wont. I could blame adolescence but that wouldn’t explain why these CDs still live in the changer. I could say that I don’t still sing along when the songs come on in the car but I’d be lying.
I will say that the 300 disc changer on full random in my house spits out some mighty strange combinations 
You can have the bathroom. I wan the kitchen. I’ll gladly pay your “usage fees” after Chili Night. Anything to keep the horror out of my own bathroom.
And Swampy, I don’t do scallops. They’re nasty. All seafood is nasty.
:eek:
<slowly scratches a line thru welby’s name on “The List”>
mmmm scallops wrapped in bacon…
deep fried clam strips (no bellies please)
and please don’t use that funky ‘english style’ batter on my fish n chips thanks!
I’ll rent the entry doors at FCM’s house. We’ll be like hotel california… entry is $1 but to get out again
Well now, since I’ve got your attention I’ll tell you why all seafood is nasty:
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It lives in my pee and yours.
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If you’ve ever had food poisoning from fish, especially when all you had to eat that day was fish, you’ll know how I feel. Ever puked up fishy smelling stuff for three days? Ever had the smell of rotting fish mixed with bile invade you nose for a week, so that you smelled nothing else?
Hence my dislike of the fishy creatures. Please put me back on “The List” FCM. Even though I don’t like to eat them I love to catch them. That should count for something.
Yeah, welby, and our food grows in poop - what’s your point?
Ok, fine, you’re back on the list, but you’re on double secret probation. Plus if we do meet for dinner in Jax, I guess I’ll hafta take you to a BBQ place instead of the fish camp. Which is fine - I like BBQ. And swampy and I will always have Whitey’s…
See? That’s a good thing. I’m such a charming, outgoing person with a great personality that your special time with Swampy would be forgotten as a mere diversion, and he would be left a crushed and broken husk.
-welby (thoughtful)
Neil Diamond
Pee
Seafood fights
Seafood vomit
Poop
What happened to this nice little thread? (How many times do you ask yourself that same thing?) I think I should keep a closer eye on things around here. Just to save us from the horror of Neil Diamond!!!
-Rue. (horrorized)
What’s your stand on Barry Manilow?
Doesn’t anybody ever come to the West coast? We’ve got good resturants out here. Fresh Pacific salmon, Alaskan crab (although in my family, it is an article of faith that Humboldt crab is better, but only people in the know know this, and you all being from the East, I felt it was more alluring to say Alaskan crab), shrimp and scallops galore, and clams–have we got clams! And that’s just seafood! I know a steak place with onion rings to die for, except you want to keep on living because their steaks are perfection. And a German resturant that makes you feel like you’re in old Barvaria. And bakeries–fresh breads, great cakes, pastries that are finger-lickin’ good.
And to top it all off–our bugs are inscect-sized and do not hiss at you.
Kallessa (cheerleader for the west coast)
Actually, I would like to make a quick trek to Oak Harbor, WA. My first boyfriend is living there - he recently tracked me down on line and we’ve been communicating again. I’d like to see him. Actually, I probably will, since his wife is about to retire and they’re planning a trip east. But I’ve never been to the PNW, so it’d be neat to see the area and see Dave again.
The seafood is yet another draw… <drool>
Bugs don’t much bother me, except when they get into my foodstuffs. I hate finding creepy things in my flour. The others I just squish or flush or otherwise ignore.
So I had a fight with my girlfriend the other day. Love on the rocks, ain’t no big surprise, I know. We were driving down the road, and she was complaining about my lack of fashion sense. “You’re forever in blue jeans!” Well, we then hit a few pot-holes (Bum Bum Bum) which made her miss her turn down America Ave, even though I clearly said, “We’re coming to America.” Well, we started to get pretty lost. “Who’s going to get us out of here?” she asked. “I am,” I said. “Who?” “I am,” I cried, but I was lost and I can’t even say why. And I think this trip is gonna leave me lonely still.
But then I realized I’ve been this way before, and I’m sure to be this way again. We got back on track, and now home, it don’t seem so far away. It was getting dark, so we turned on our heartlights, and took a ride across the moon. When we got home, we had some porcupine pie, with some chicken ripple ice cream for dessert. Yeah, my baby loves me. Yes, yes she does.
God, that took an embarrassingly long time to write.
lightingtool I’m gonna print that post. Everytime I get a desire to smoke I’m gonna read it. I figure after I’m done barfing up over all the Neil Diamond references, I won’t want a smoke. 
welby I think you should go to Whitey’s with FCM. They got stuff besides seafood I’m sure. Besides I think it’d be fun to start up rumors about her showing up there with men who are not her husband. And the beer’s cold there.
-swampbear (still kinda nauseated from lightingtool’s post)
lightingtool, too bad you didn’t meet up with Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show–they would have gotten you back in the saddle again. At least you didn’t find a dead skunk in the middle of the road, although it does seem that it was a long and winding road that you took. You should have gone my way, it goes right to the last train to Clarksville. It’s nice to know that you’ve got a friend, but if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. I love you just the way you are, and I’d like to be close to you, but I’m sure your girlfriend and you will be happy together. I’m going up on the roof to find a handyman because there ain’t no sunshine until you kiss him goodbye.
Kallessa have you been in the cooking sherry again?
No, but I did have some red, red wine . . .