My wife is an idiot, I think I have no choice but to divorce her

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m totally kidding, of course.
Let me set the scene for you:

My wife and I are lounging on the couch, my teenage son is sprawled on the other couch. We’re all watching "I Love the New Millennium " on Vh1. Ginger has her legs over me, I’m running my hand up and down them, tweaking her knee now and again, just for the hell of it. Matthew (our son), is really grooving on the show, we’ve watched “I Love the 70s, 80s and 90s” before with him, while Ginger and I have totally identified with those shows, he’s enjoyed it, but been a little left out. The “New Millennium”, however, is right down his alley. He knows it, remembers it, and for him it’s nostalgia like the 80s are for his mom and I.

So.

Here we are, a 21st century Norman Rockwell painting. A commercial comes on. Vh1 is doing a show about The Who. Concert scenes are shown. The music is rocking. I start to sing along: “Don’t cry…Don’t raise your eye…It’s only teenage wasteland” God that song rocks! I’m doing enormous, roundhouse air guitar licks to the song. I say " This has to be the hardest rocking song, ever". Matthew raises an eyebrow. “What song?” he asks. “This one” I say, “doesn’t it rock?”. “Yea, but what’s it called?”

“Baba O Riley” I say. “The Who is brilliant, I saw them in 1985, it was one of the two best concerts I’ve ever been to”.

Matthew says that he wants to write that down. He grabs a pen and paper and asks “What was the name of that song again?”

My wife, my lovely, beautiful, smart wife, who is in all ways better than me at music, she knows songs by name that I can barely hum, remembers all the bands from back in the day, my wife who is just as much a child of the 80s as I am, that wife, speaks up and says “It’s called Bob O’Riley”.

I lost it. I actually grabbed my sides and collapsed laughing.

“Bob O’Riley?”

“Bob O’Riley?”. I say.

“BOB O’Riley???”

“BOB O’Riley???”

Oh, I am NEVER going to let her live this one down. On my deathbed, I’m going to look at her and say “Bob O’Riley”?

At least she didn’t call it Teenage Wasteland.
“Bob O’Riley” snort Made my whole week, if not month, if not life. “Bob O’Riley”

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Posting at 4AM? Couch making it hard to sleep?

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So, I guess they finally gave up on how to pronounce “I Love the '00’s”

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Who’s on Stage?

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Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Marantz

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He made stereo components, didn’t he?

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I thought it was called “The CSI: New York Theme Song” …

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I thought that was Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran.

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Her version actually makes more sense than the real title, unless you’re a big Who fan. But it’s still pretty damn funny. :smiley:

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I love the noughties.

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Do Irish Roberts even go by Bob?

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I respectfully submit that you should die in a fire.

Love,
Your wife

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I wonder if Bob O’Riley has talked to his cousin Bob Yaga lately.

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Yes they do, or more usually Bobby IME. They usually spell it O’Reilly though.

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F*** that’s harsh.

::Adds GingerOfTheNorth to comprehensive list of people it would behoove one not to f** with.* ::

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In your defense, I thought the song was called “Teenage Wasteland” for an embarassingly long time.

And as Orual pointed out, now I call it the 'CSI: New York" song.

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Hyperbole: It’s fun.

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I once dated a woman who insisted that the conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra was Sergio Zawa.

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I thought the running back for the Steelers was Frank O’Harris. :wink:

But yeah - not good.

Oh, by the way - which one’s Pink?

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No mixing like that! Pink and The Who can’t ever be crossed, much like the beams. Also, The Who and The Guess Who are very different bands. FYI for the young’ns.