I’ll never be your pizza burnin’
~Rolling Stones
OMG! (sigh) The pink one. Duh!
Might as well face it, you’re a dick with a glove.
~Robert Palmer
ETA: http://www.kissthisguy.com/
(The Archive of Misheard Lyrics)
No, no, in Ginger’s case, she would be singing these words:
Might as well face it, you’re a dickhead, my love…
Even better. As long as we get those Euromodels playing air guitar in the background, that’s all I care about.
Face it, Ginger, he’s come undun.
I’d cut her a break. Like naming a song after Meher Baba makes any sense anyhow.
Good song. Dumb name.
That would be Alice O’Moore.
“he’s just a poor boy from a poor family spare him his life for a warm slice of cheese”
So did I. Fortunately that time has now ended.
…I mean, that time has now ended. :o
Ignorance fought…
Love and marriage, love and marriage, go together like a car and garage…
OK, I may now be an idiot, especially since I don’t watch the show and am not sure, but isn’t the CSI theme “Who Are you?”
Dude, you have no idea. 
(she’s actually a sweetheart)
That’s Vegas. You have a plethora of CSIs (and Who songs) to choose from these days.
Hey how do you both manage to be online at the same time (Thus making it hard for us guys to chat up Ginger)?
And now I am wrong.
We’re magic.
This reminds me of the hilarious thread posted several months ago wherein the Doper (can’t remember who just now) was astounded to realize that his wife had no idea that Mr. Magoo was blind as a bat. She had been watching Magoo cartoons all her life, and thought his stumbling around was merely funny. It took the Doper and his son to reveal to her that the reason for his antics was that he was shortsighted. She had no clue.
So did I. And when I say “embarassingly long time,” I mean, right up to this second when I read the thread.
On the first day I met Ivylad’s parents, who are HUGE Ohio State Buckeye fans, I, trying to be pert and sassy, asked, “Oh, yeah? If they’re so great, how come they’ve never been to the Super Bowl?” :smack:
20 years of marriage later, and I still haven’t lived that down.
Quincy Magoo is a wealthy, short-statured retiree who gets into a series of sticky situations as a result of his nearsightedness, or latent myopia, compounded by his stubborn refusal to admit the problem.
Underlining mine.
I love my sister. She’s very smart. I say that second bit because sometimes you wouldn’t guess it from the things that come out of her mouth.
Years ago I mentioned that because Boston is a few hundred miles east of Rochester, NY, the Sun goes down earlier here. “Oh yeah?”, she countered. “Then how come it doesn’t go down at different times all around the world?”