This is Inigo Montoya’s annual They Might Be Giants thread.
Sure, but you should really build a birdhouse in your soul first.
heh…forgot about that one. It’s just such delicious nonsense I can’t resist it.
I’ve never been more confused.
Oh. I feel like I’m in the middle. Like Malcom.
That’s because you missed this one a few years back. Really the only confusing thing here is if you’re trying to decide when I’m being serious. I mean, I usually am being serious in that threads like this one are about more than just sharing an earworm. But my principle motive also eludes me for quite some time. Still not sure what this one’s about, but I’m almost there.
Well-played cochrane.
Now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night!
If you have a date in Constantinople, she will be waiting somewhere else.
Good Morning, how are you? This is an interesting thread.
I’m interested in things.
But I’m not a real doctor
but you are a real monkey?
Thank you. That clears it up nicely.
A similar thing happened to me, but it was a long cool woman in a black dress. Just a 5’9 beautiful tall.
No, but I am a real worm. I am an actual worm. I live like a worm. I like to play the drums.
Spin around, ninjas.
Where your eyes don’t go, a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms and does a parody of each unconcious thing you do. When you turn around to look it’s gone behind you, on its face it’s wearing your confused expression.
Or so I’m told.
In other news–did I ever tell you guys about the girl I never met at the '64 World’s Fair?
Cause I’m kind of like Han Solo–always stroking my own wookie, I’m the root of all that’s evil, yeah, but you can call me cookie,
I can’t get around how you get around.
Was that you at the Dupont Pavilion? I left the bench warm.
Yeah, that was me–a little too late, as usual.
All those years, and we still haven’t walked in the glow of each other’s majestic presence. What do you think I would say if there was a me for you?
There’s a pounding at the door
Well It’s a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says “The good old days never say good-bye. You need some lo-lo-loving arms”