UGH - I hate to say “Saturday in the Park”.
OUCH!
a man selling ice creeeeeeam
UGH - I hate to say “Saturday in the Park”.
OUCH!
a man selling ice creeeeeeam
Thanks! I enjoyed that.
I suspect you’re thinking of Boston’s Foreplay / Long time:
Sorry about the interminable intro; the lyrics start at about 2:30.
Cite? Give me some reassurance this malevolent creature isn’t immortal.
Fuck You - CeeLo Green
His premature mummification with some probably radioactive orange chemicals will no doubt keep him walking and talking well into the late 22nd century.
I may not be around to witness that event but I will be sure to tell my grandchildren to visit his grave and piss on it.
(Side note: being Zimbabwean, I do not have a lot of love for Cecil John Rhodes, whose grave is in Zimbabwe. So it is with great joy that I heard from my friend that she actually did piss on his grave)
I’m not sure if I will survive long enough to piss on his grave. Besides, I hate standing in lines.
The solution, of course, is to form a bucket brigade. Just modify the concept by adding some to each bucket as you pass it. (The link goes to Wikipedia.)
Should he eat too many Big Macs… its not my fault.
It’s none of my affair and I’d have had absolutely Nothing To Do With it.
Nothing.
But if I want to sing a song after the fact, that’s my business right? It’s not The Boards… and The Board shouldn’t suffer for it.
And If I did… Paul McCartney!? Who can honestly complain about Anyone playing or singing Paul McCartney music? That’s like complaining about a Little Golden Book classic like “The Poky Puppy”.
Anyway, should he ever pass away, there is this song…