Is the loneliest number . . .

I love 3 Dog Night, don’t you?

“…two… One, two… Testing… One, two…”

Yer pal,

I slept with a moderator!*

One… singular sensation
Every little step she takes…

Damn - that’ll be running thru my head the rest of the day…

…two, tell me who are you? The Bears!
Three, four, tell me who’s gonna score? The Bears!

Okay, I watched wayyyy too much Brady Bunch while growing up!

(Actually, my first thought was to the Three Dog Night song too!)

There can be only.

NOw I’ve got 3 Dog Night running through my head.

Better than what was in my head yesterday: Little Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs(sp?)

Hey Little Red Ridin’ Hood
You sure are lookin’ good
And you’re everything and big bad wolf could want

…fish, two fish
Red fish, blue fish

…ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them…

  1. One is the loneliest number.
  2. Two can be as bad as one, it’s the loneliest number since the number one.
  3. Two is company, three is a crowd.
  4. Three is company, too.
  5. Eight is enough.

Pill makes you larger, and another makes you small…

way or another, I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha…


I Can’t Remember Anything
Can’t Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I’m Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can’t Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I’ll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Now the World Is Gone I’m Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me


Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell


Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell

…twooo…three. ::CRUNCH:: It takes three licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop.

day my prince will come…

three sir!

…tin soldier

…on one, I want to play that game tonight.


day I won’t come running when you call
The way you hurt me, it’s a wonder I’m still here at all
Oh No
Some day you’ll wake up and you’ll find yourself alone. Lock,stock & teardrops, I’ll be gone