Hang on, and I’ll look at my watch. I don’t have my glasses, so it’s not very clear–the minute hand’s a little fuzzy.
It’s either 25 or 6 to 4.
Cmon, don’t you remember the Saturday Night Live skit with Eddie Murphy? He (as V. Jones) was promoting his book “How to be a Ho”; the tagline to his commercial was “Who wrote the Book of Love? Velvet!”
It seems we’ve posted stuff like this before
We quipped at eachother in the same way then
But I can’t remember where or when.
But the most important question is, who left the cake out in the rain?
Who can I turn to?
[sub][Certainly not SanibelMan, who is now responsible for the mishmash of Donna Summer and Richard Harris bellowing in my brain at the moment.[/sub]
Tsk. Jokers to the left of me, clowns to the right.
It might have been the Witch Doctor. Sounds like something he’d have a hand in anyway. I called him up and all he kept saying was…
Ooo Eee Ooo Ahh Ahh, Ting Tang, Walla Walla Bing Bang.
That freak.
Looks like Euty wants to know a secret, but I made a promise.
sighing
Who let the #%&%^!!$##@ dogs out?
goes off muttering “here, pooch, here…” and waving a milkbone halfheartedly
And here I am, stuck in the middle. With you.
If you don’t know by now, Euty, don’t mess with it.
Euty, you shouldn’t feel old. I know the words as well.
Now, who in the hell put the dip in the dip di dip di dip?
If he don’t know who by now, he will never ever, never ever know who…
(But, I heard it was Bad, Bad Leroy Brown…)
If he don’t know who by now, he will never ever, never ever know who…
(But I heard it was Bad, Bad Leroy Brown…)