You heard incorrect… Stroke is the word, If you’re in the game that is.
Ohhh I got one that actually fits the OP:
If you are about to activate the percussion mechanism on a firearm, it will inevitably have something to do with African-Americans.
And it bites.
It bleeds.
It’ll bring you to your knees.
It lives.
It dies.
But, hey, that shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.
It begs.
It pleads.
But it’s exactly what you need.
I’ve also learned that rock and roll will always be rock and roll–whether it’s hot funk, cool punk–even if it’s old junk. But give ME that old-time rock and roll–that’s what really soothes my soul!
I learned that Michael J. Fox has no Elvis in him, and is in fact the evil opposite of Elvis, the anti-Elvis.
The reason why ships disappear in the Bermuda Triangle is because Elvis needs boats.
Every woman loves a sharply-dressed man.
Everyday is actually just like Sunday.
Oh, and I can dance if I want to, I can leave my friends behind…
And it stinks, too.
No one ever conquered Wyoming, either from the left or the right.
When bad folks die, they don’t go to Heaven. They may return by Independence day, however.
Heroin is passe. Extremely so.
Actually, it’s a flower. And you, its only seed.
(Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go barf.)
He also needs planes.
Oh, and if you take a fish head to the movies, you won’t have to pay to get it in!
Women with large buttocks make the rockin’ world rotate. (I suspect it has to do with a gravitational anomoly due to the close proximity of so many large asses.) However, Sir Mix-a-lot likes it that way. More cushion for the pushin’, I suppose.
Here I am now. Entertain me.
Though he has climbed highest mountains and run through the fields only to be with me, Bono still hasn’t found whatever the hell he has been looking for.
I ain’t talkin 'bout love. My love is rotten to the core.
When the dogs begin to smell her, she will not smell alone.
All we are is dust in the wind.
Neil Diamond can sing like a gee-tar humming.
To dance the Bamba, you need a little grace
If my baby don’t love me no more, I know her sister will.
Interplanetary relations needs are often conveyed via techno music. For instance, Mars Needs Women.
It’s also a crazy little thing. In fact, you’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs, but I look around this thread and see it isn’t so. Clearly they just want to fill the thread with silly love songs, and what’s wrong with that?
And Rick James got tired of his super freaky girlfriend who liked to party all the time so he had Eddie Murphy date her instead.
And regardless if you live in the city or no man’s land, night and day are always dramatically different.
Regardless of what the word is, it’s frequently heard on the street.
Joe Walsh knows what I’m doing* and where I’m going.
*Spending too much time in this thread!
There is no remedy for deep unhappiness between spring and autumn.
Hippies shouldn’t even bother filling out an employment application.
Watching puddles gather rain is an essential part of a plain life.
Even if you have a Dalmatian, you can still get high.
If you need somebody to shove, all you have to do is wait by the phone.
Your fun will end once the sun comes up over Santa Monica boulevard.
If someone wants to meet you behind the boathouse, don’t go, because he won’t be a gentleman.
Apparently, you can find the funk with a flashlight, if not, you can just tear the roof off the sucker.
Nature is a whore.
If I spontaneously combust, because of you’re kisses, it’s because I’m a hunk of burning love.
Rock and roll ain’t noise pollution, it’s a religion and the law.
Yep and concept actually do rhyme.
Don’t park there, either. Ever.
It is very important to get up, get on up.
It is also very important to get down, get down.
Wait, what was that again? I was just getting up…was that down? I guess I’ll sort of hunch over here, half-up and half-down and hope to Christ no one noticed…