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I am dedicating this to all my harem sisters, because I think some of y'all might be needing this right now. Stay strong, I love you girls!
"Idiot Boyfriend" Jimmy Fallon I know what you want And I know what you need But I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, 'cause I'm an idiot And I'm your boyfriend, yes, I am. And I'm gonna take you out, And leave my wallet home Then I'll use your cell phone, baby, Long distance, and I'm your boyfriend. Baby I know I'm a man who's made mistakes I've still got some learning to do I made out with your best friend the other day And now, we're best friends too! Yeeeeeeah And I know what you want And I know what you need And I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, 'cause I'm an idiot And I'm your boyfriend, yes, I am. And I'm gonna get you a gift But it's something I like too Hope you like this Norelco beard trimmer, Has my name on it, and I'm your boyfriend. I'm gonna get real drunk and call my baby up, at 4 o'clock in the morning! Wake you up I'm an idiot Pick up the phone Come on Now look, let's get in my dad's SUV, And we'll go over to my house, my crib, my pad I'll tell my mom to go to sleep Then we'll have the living room all to ourselves, you see. We'll put on some great DVD's I picked up How about, like, something like the Matrix? I can turn my boom-box up, and make the bass Smack the side of my momma's couch (yeah!) Hey baby, you like fine cooking? (yeah!) 'Cause you know what? I got a Swansons dinner in the freezer With your name on it Check it out Yeah I've got a permanent wave, yeah. I got an Ogilvie home perm, baby. I honk the horn. Can you honk the horn? Can you honk the horn? Let me hear ya honk it. Come on. And let me hear you say uh - uh. (Yeah) Let me hear you say uh - uh - uh. (Yeah) Let me hear you say uh - uh. Let me hear you say uh - uh - uh - uh - uh - uh. Oh - oh Yeah! |
This one goes out to Rudey and Blaine from the harem. ;)
"Whatta Man" En Vogue featuring Salt N Pepa I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect to To the man’s that’s made a difference in my world And although most men are hoes, he goes on the down low 'Cause I never heard about him with another girl But I don’t sweat it because it’s just pathetic to let it Get me involved in that he said-she said crowd I know that ain’t nobody perfect I give props to those who deserve it, And believe me y’all he’s worth it So here’s to the future 'cause we got through the past I finally found somebody who can make me laugh (ha ha ha) You so crazy . . . I think I wanna have yo' baby What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! (repeat 4 times) My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass A body like Arnold with a Denzel face He’s smart like a doctor with a real good rep, And when he comes home, he’s relaxed with pep He always got a gift for me everytime I see him A lot of snot-nose, ex-flames couldn’t be him He never ran a corny line once to me yet, So I give him stuff that he’ll never forget. He keeps me on Cloud 9 just like intended He’s not a fake wannabe, tryin’ to be a pimp He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans, He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not Not to rush me good and touch me in the right spot See, other guys that I’ve had, they’ve tried to play all the mack isht, But everytime they tried, I’ve said that’s not it! But not this man, he’s got the right potion Baby rub it down and make it smooth like lotion He’s the origional highway to Heaven From seven to seven he’s got me open like 7-11, And yes it’s me that he’s always choosin' With him I’m never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan He always has heavy conversation for the mind Which means a lot to to me 'cause good men are hard to find What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! (repeat 4 times) My man gives real lovin', that’s why I call him killa He’s not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he’s a thrilla He takes his time, and does everything right, Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night He’s a real smooth brotha, never in a rush And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch, Spends quality time with his kids when he can, Secure in his manhood 'cause he’s a real man A lover and a fighter and he’ll knock another out Don’t take him for a sucka, 'cause it’s not what he’s about Everytime I need him, he always got my back Never disrespectful, 'cause his momma taught him that What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! (repeat 4 times) |
I'm reposting this in honor of the new and improved "Barbie thread" on GC....(nods to GP who posted it originally)
Palo Alto, "Naked Sorority Girls" There was this girl, I loved her so. She was a Kappa Beta Theta Phi Sigma Rho. I took her to Beale Street on a Saturday Night, I found the Southern Comfort seemed to do it just right. Then I took her on a carraige ride, And it started to rain so we went inside. I was hanging out with the Peabody Ducks, Then she pulled out her room key and said Let's F***! Naked Sorority Girls, Those kinda women just rock my world. They power walk all day and drink all night, You know Daddy's Little Girl will always treat you right. Naked Sorority Girls, They're more fun to ride than a Tilt a' Whirl. I don't know if this is how love should be, But when it comes to love its all Greek to me. Seen her walkin' down the road with a bow on her head, "Hey baby what's your F'in' major?" "Elementary Ed." "I don't need a degree, I'm trying to find a man." Well who needs an education when you've got a tan? She orders fat free food to keep her body hard. She's running up the bill on Daddy's credit card. Getting the oil changed on the BMW's my baby's biggest fear, She's been through five years of school, She's not once bought her own beer. She wears the sleevless shirts with the hiking boots, She's got the bleach blonde hair with the jet black roots. I see her all day but she's never in class, She's got a bottle of Ni and got her shake in her A** Naked Sorority Girls, Those kinda women just rock my world. They power walk all day and drink all night, You know Daddy's Little Girl will always treat you right. Naked Sorority Girls, They're more fun to ride than a Tilt a' Whirl. I don't know if this is how love should be, But when it comes to love its all Greek to me. Tried to get her to come to a late night, but she won't go. A couple of her sorority sisters said "Well, Jim you know She's not that kind of girl, she doesn't sleep around." But it ain't immoral if its oral baby go on down. And one took me for a ride in her Mercedes Benz, When up from the back popped a couple of friends. We took a quick drive to Sardis Lake, And in about a half an hour they all three got naked. Had... Three Naked Sorority Girls, Those kinda women just rock my world. Lady keep on power walking all day, You keep on drinkin all night. Because you and your two sisters were sure out of sight. Naked Sorority Girls, They make my eyes roll back, they make my big toes curl. I don't know if this is how love should be, But when it comes to love its all Greek... to me. Kitso KS 361 times my favorite line is "She's not that kind of girl, she doesn't sleep around. But it ain't immoral if its oral baby go on down." |
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And to all my fellow Catholics who have targets on their heads today... Only the Good Die Young Billy Joel (I'm refraining from the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes version that talks about a mild abrasion. :p) Come out Virginia, don't let me wait You Catholic girls start much too late Oh but sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one Well they showed you a statue, told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away Oh but they never told you the price you would pay For things that you might have done Oh but only the good die young, that's what I said, Only the good die young, only the good die young You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd, We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud We might be laughing a bit too loud, But that never hurt no one So come on Virginia, show me a sign, Send up a signal, I'll throw you a line The stained class curtain you've been hiding behind Never lets in the son Darling, only the good die young I tell you only the good die young, only the good die young You got a nice white dress and a party on your Confirmation, You got a brand new soul and a cross of gold But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information, You didn't count on me while you were counting on your rosary They say there's a Heaven for those who will wait Some say it's better but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints You know that only the good die young, I tell you only the good die young You said your mother told you all that I could give you is a reputation, Oh, she never cared for me, but did she ever say a prayer for me? Oh come out come out come out Virginia don't let me wait, You Catholic girls start much too late Sooner or later it comes down to fate, I might as well be the one... You know that only the good die young.... 471 times I used to play this before going partying |
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For all my Chicago GCers...since I have been obsessed with your city for the past few days.
Chicago by Ingram Hill The street lights blind my eyes Through a shade that's halfway pulled. Cracklin' light outside interrupts the radio in my head. Speeding through a familar self I don't know all too well. Find a glimpse outside my home. If you ever want to come home from Chicago Leave the things that habit made you love. I'll be there to await your arrival To give you a life you've never known Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not the only one, Somehow my silence speaks for itself. As I stroll down this street, I pray for a chance I'll see you there. This time I think I'll share my life with you. If you ever want to come home from Chicago Leave the things that habit made you love. I'll be there to await your arrival To give you a life you've never known If you ever want to come home from Chicago, Leave the things that habit made you love. I'll be there to await your arrival To give you a life you've never known (repeats until end) |
To Geeky Penguin, who is visiting our lovely nation's capital this week, "And the Washington Monument Blinks Goodnight" by Q and Not U
inside the convex lens we all crash new jet planes tonight. and the sin is back in medicine. beltway goes around. monuments are thinking. beltway burns down. monuments are sinking. and it's on. everything's fine. we'll sleep on ice when this bed is on fire. we'll sleep all nice but instead of retire, we'll kick those lights out. this party is on fire. we'll kick these lights out. your party is on fire. |
For my boys from Durham, as they start their own '21 days on the road" in the NCAA Tournament
21 Days on the Road Cory Morrow Well, I'm goin' to Carolina, Takin' that hard rough road. I'm gonna circle the River of Jordan Cause I just wanna see where it flows. 21 days on the road, Wonderin' where we're gonna go from here. 21 days on the road, Well, I'd go home but my home's right here. - I'm wakin' up on the sidewalk Next to some place I've never seen. Well, I hope that people come to see us And I hpoe they fall in love with me. 21 days on the road, Wonderin' where we're gonna go from here. 21 days on the road, Well, I'd go home but my home's right here. - There's lightning up on the horizon. The Lord is speakin' loud and clear tonight. And I'm thinkin' bout a girl in Selma... She wants me back in Texas by tonight. 21 days on the road, Wonderin' where we're gonna go from here. 21 days on the road, Well, I'd go home but my home's right here. 21 days on the road, Wonderin' where we're gonna go from here. 21 days on the road, Well, I'd go home but my home's right here. - 21 days on the road Kitso KS 361 time Dick Vitale is gonna say that my Dukies are "AWESOME BABY!!" |
For all the spring breakers:
Great Big Sea Not at my Best You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... We arrived in December And London was cold, We stayed in the bars Along Jarring cross road. We never saw nothing But brass-tops and nook. Kept a shine on the bar With the sleeves of our coats. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! Houston station The train's heading North, In the bucket car We looked back and forth. I stole crooked dice Through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance As the train jigged and reeled. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! By the light of the moon, She drift through the streets, A rare old perfume So seductive and sweet She teases and flirts As the pubs all close down, Then walk us on home And deny us a round. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! The gas heat is empty It's damn past two The spirits we drank Left ghosts in the room I'm asking again Come on, please take me soon, And don't lift my head Til the twelve bells at noon! You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! |
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To all the good ole Lambda Chi Alphas out there.....this song by one of your Alumni totally reminds me of the great times I had hanging out with the LXAs at The University of Akron......
I also love the fact that he mentions his affiliation in one of his songs!!! Keg in the Closet - by Kenny Chesney We had a dog named Bocephus livin in the front yard He liked sleeping out on top of the car He drank beer out of a mason jar and he'd climb up on everyone there A white frame house in a college town A bunch of people always hanging around No real problems we needed to drown But we'd try our best anyway We went to class just to pass the time Back in '89 We had a keg in the closet Pizza on the floor Left over from the night before Where we were going we didn't really care We had all we ever wanted In that Keg in the closet This ol' guitar taught me how to score Right there on that Lambda Chi porch Mary Ann taught me a little more about wanting what you can't have Sweatshirts and flag football Spring Breaks down in Panama For awhile we had it all We never dreamed it wouldn't last We went to class just to pass the time Back in '89 We had a keg in the closet Pizza on the floor Left over from the night before Where we were going we didn't really care We had all we ever wanted In that Keg in the closet We all kinda went our seprate ways But I sware it seems like yesterday Keg in the closet Pizza on the floor Left over from the night before Where we were going we didn't really care We had all we ever wanted In that Keg in the closet |
Because I'm cranky this morning since I didn't get any sleep;
"Steal my Sunshine" - LEN i was lying on the grass on sunday morning of last week indulging in my self defeats my mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat uncomfortable three feet deep now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week impaired my tribal lunar-speak and of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done so i missed a million miles of fun i know it's up for me if you steal my sunshine making sure i'm not in too deep if you steal my sunshine keeping versed and on my feet if you steal my sunshine i was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street l-a-t-e-r that week my sticky paws were into making straws out of big fat slurpy treats an incredible eight foot heap now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tear in a staring under heat involved an under usual feat and i'm not only among but i invite who i want to come so i missed a million miles of fun i know it's up for me if you steal my sunshine making sure i'm not in too deep if you steal my sunshine keeping versed and on my feet if you steal my sunshine i know it's done for me if you steal my sunshine not something hard to see if you steal my sunshine keeping dumb and built to beat if you steal my sunshine my sunshine if you steal my sunshine |
For Kitso, heading back soon for Chilifest. ;)
Robert Earl Keen- "Fightin' Texas Aggie" Well its 745 on Friday morning, he just crawled outta bed. He stayed too long at the chicken again now hes got an aching head. Hes got an 8 o' clock at Heldenfels with a prof that speaks Japanese. He went broke on beer and Mr Bills, so now he lives on bread and cheese. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he just dont give a damn. He's got 3 parking tickets, and he's on Scho Pro again. But the Bonfire's built and Varsitys horns have been sawed right off its head. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he will be till he's dead. Well its Wednesday morning at Jolly Rollie, his sports pass in his hand. Been waiting 3 days in the blazing sun just to be with his 12th Man. But after fumbles and interceptions he takes his girlfriends hand, but the game don't mean a thing to her, Shes just there to see the band. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he just dont give a damn. He's got 6 parking tickets, and he's on Scho Pro again. But the Bonfire's built and Varsitys horns have been sawed right off its head. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he will be till he's dead. Well he goes down to the Dixie Chicken, hes dunking his ring tonight. Hes there at 630, thought he'd be early, but there aint a table in sight. So he buys his pitcher anyways, and drops his ring on in, singing "The Road Goes On Forever and The Party Never Ends." He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he just dont give a damn. He's got 9 parking tickets, and he's on Scho Pro again. But the Bonfire's built and Varsitys horns have been sawed right off its head. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he will be till he's dead. Well its 1 o' clock and "Good Night Irene" is blaring through the place. He parked about 50 blocks away, so he aint got time to waste. When he finally makes it to his car, he stands up on his feet. He says, "Boys let's go to Taco Cabana. I think I need something to eat." He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he just dont give a damn. He's got 12 parking tickets, and he's on Scho Pro again. But the Bonfire's built and Varsitys horns have been sawed right off its head. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he will be till he's dead. Well he picks up a Battalion just to see whas going on, but all he finds to read about it what we're doing wrong. This school's too damn conservative, I guess they want us to be like all those hippies down in Austin wearing orange and sippin' tea! He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he just dont give a damn. He's got 12 parking tickets, and he's on Scho Pro again. But the Bonfire's built and Varsitys horns have been sawed right off its head. He's a Fightin Texas Aggie and he will be till he's dead. |
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I am not a redneck, but I think this song is so funny! I dedicate this to all the country, redneck, and whatever other types of women out there.
"Redneck Woman" - Gretchen Wilson Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type no, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night in a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip 'cause I'm a redneck woman I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raising I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw' and I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long and I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song so here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice but I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price and still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore but in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door I'm a redneck woman I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raising I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw' and I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long and I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song so here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah I'm a redneck woman I ain't no high class broad I'm just a product of my raising I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw' and I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long and I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song so here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah hell yeah, hell yeah hell yeah I said hell yeah! |
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To GeekyPenguin and her Marquette Golden Eagles for their impressive effort tonight.
IOWA STATE FIGHTS Oh we will fight, fight, fight for Iowa State And may her colors ever fly Oh we will fight with might for Iowa State With a will to do or die Rah! Rah! Rah! Loyal sons forever true And we will fight that battle through And when we hit that line we'll hit it hard, every yard For I!S!U! And for all the fans back in Ames, I'm sure they're celebrating hard IOWA STATE DRINKS Oh we will drink, drink, drink for Iowa State And may the beer ever flow Oh we will drink with might for Iowa State And then we'll have to go TO THE BATHROOM Loyal drunks forever true And we will drink that keg through And when we hit those bars we'll hit 'em strong, all night long For I!S!U! I don't think I will ever forget ISU Fights after having it repeatedly beat into my head (not literally) for Yell-Like-Hell. |
this one's, for KITSO
I'm Comin' Home Robert Earl Keen Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain Bought a ticket on a late night train Took a taxi through the pourin' rain I'm comin' home to you Flew from Boston out to San Jose Sae our old friends in Monterey Bay When they asked me if I'd like to stay I said I'm comin' home to you CHORUS: I'm comin' home Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do Can't love nobody on the telephone I'm comin' home to you They threw a party there from dusk 'till dawn Seems like everybody knows old sleepy John He said next time I better bring you along I'm comin' home to you They had fresh caught salmon on the bareques There were people jammin' all night to the blues Life is good out in Santa Cruz but I'm comin' home to you CHORUS I drove forever out to God knows where Come ten-thirty there was no one there They couldn't pay me but I didn't care I'm comin' home to you I'm feelin' better since I got your card I read it over and over when the road gets hard Ain't nothin' better than your own backyard I'm comin' home to you CHORUS x 2 Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain Bought a ticket on the late night train Took a taxi in the pourin' rain...… Kitso KS 361 times i should have caught that Adri misattributed the "Fightin Texas Aggie Song" to REK, but it's really Dub Miller |
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To anybody who has ever been told they were "too country"
"Too Country" - Brad Paisley
(Bill Anderson/Chuck Cannon) Featured vocals by George Jones, Bill Anderson, and Buck Owens Too country what's that Is it like too Republican or too Democrat Is it too far to the left Too far to the right Too straight down the middle Is it too black or too white Are the biscuits too fluffy is the chicken too fried Is the gravy too thick are the peas too black-eyed Is the iced tea too sweet does it have too much tang Are there too many lemons in mama's lemon meringue Too country what's that It is too many pearls of wisdom under grandpa's old hat Is it just too old fashioned is it just too antique Is the question too strong or the answer too weak Are the roses too red is the sunshine too bright Are there too many stars in the heavens at night Are there too many fish that still jump in the stream Is the blue sky too blue is the clean air too clean Is the grace too amazing is the steeple too tall Are there too many "yes sir's", "yes ma'am's" And "how're y'all's" Is the message too real too close to the bone Do the fiddle and steel remind you too much of home Is honest and true just not in demand Too country Too country Too country I don't understand |
For all the "Good Little Girls" out there....;)
Blue County ~ Good Little Girls She's her mama's baby She's her daddy's pride and joy, They've kept her under wrap, She ain't been hangin out, With any ugly boy, Hardly ever been kissed, Twenty years of innocence, Just what I'm lookin for, I wanna be the man, that's, Holdin her hand, when she, Can't hold it back anymore, (chorus) Good little girls makes some, Mighty wild women, Savin it up since the, very beginin, When they fall in love they wanna take it to the limit Good little girls make some, Mighty wild women, She's never been to Vegas, Or danced in a honky tonk, No trail of broken hearts, Although she looks the part, That ain't the kinda life she wants, She's waitin on a gold ring, Before she tries her wings, That's what I'm waiting for, I wanna be the man, that's, Holdin her hand, when she, Can't hold it back anymore, (chorus) Good little girls makes some, Mighty wild women, Savin it up since the, very beginin, When they fall in love they wanna take it to the limit, Good little girls make some, Mighty wild women, Good little girls make some, Mighty wild women, Savin it up since the, very beginin, When they fall in love they wanna take it to the limit, Good little girls make some, Mighty wild women, savin it up since the, very beginin, When they fall in love they wanna take it to the limit, Good little girls make some, mighty wild women, Good little girls make some, mighty wild women, Good little girls... |
To the ladies in the harem who are man hating right now,
The Sweater by Meryn Cadell (it's a spunky little song, I recommend it) Girls, I know you will understand this, and feel the intrinsic, incredible emotion. You have just pulled over your head the worn, warm sweater belonging to A Boy. Now you haven't had a passionate kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a camping trip with him and eight other people from school, and you practically slept together, your sleeping bag right next to his, and you woke in the night to watch him as he slept, but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was dark, so you just lay there and listened to his breathing, and wondered if your heart might burst. The sweater has that slightly goat-like smell which all teenage boys possess, and that smell will lovingly transfer to all your other clothes. If you get to keep it for a few days, you can sleep with it, but don't let your mom see because she'll say, 'What is that filthy thing, and who does it belong to besides the trashman?' .... So you have to keep it under the covers, with you. You can kind of lie it beside you, or wrap it around your waist, or touch it on your legs or whatever, but that's your business. Now if the sweater has, like, reindeer on it, or is a funny colour like yellow – I'm sorry you can't get away with a sweater like that. Look for brown or grey or blue. Anything other than that and you know you're dealing with someone who's different. And different is not what you're looking for. You're looking for those teenage alpine ski chiselled features, and that sort of blank look which passes for deep thought or at least the notion that someone's home. You're looking for the boy of your dreams who is the same boy in the dreams of all of your friends. Now the sweater isn't going fit you of course, so you have to kind roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way that says, 'This is the sweater belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunka hunka burning love', and this is not just some hand-me-down from your brother or your father. Monday, wear the sweater to school. Be calm, look cute. Don't tell him the dream you had about the place the two of you would share when you get older, just be yourself. The best, cutest, quietest version of yourself. Definitely wear lip gloss. He looks at you, and he looks away, and then he walks away, and the smell of the sweater hits you again, suddenly like ape-scent gloriola. And you get a note passed to you by a girl in history that says he needs his sweater back, he forgot that you put it on in the tent on Saturday and he's been looking for it. And you don't have to die of humiliation, you know. You are a strong person and this is a learning experience. You can still hold your head up high as you run from the classroom, tearing the stinking sweater from your body. You look at that sweater, carefully, and realize that love made you temporarily blind. You've got a secret now, honey, and though you would never sink as low as him, you could blab it all over the school if you wanted: The label in that sweater said 100% acrylic. |
To all the other southern belles stuck in a dumb northern state:
Sweet Southern Comfort- Buddy Jewell Misty sunrise in my hometown, Rows of cotton bout knee high, Mrs. Baker down the dirt road, Still got clothes out on the line, Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee, Playin checkers at the gin, When I dream about the southland, This is where it all begins From Carolina down to Georgia, Smell the jasmine and magnollia, Sleepy Sweet home Alabama, Roll tide roll, Muddy water, Misssissippi, Blessed Graceland whispers to me, Carry on, Carry on, Sweet Southern Comfort carry on, Catchin catfish on the river, Chasin fireflies by the creek, Kissin Debbie Williams sister, On the porch Homecommin week, With rusty cars and weeping willows, Keepin watch out in the yard, Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie, Could be anywhere you are, In Carolina or in Georgia, Open arms are waitin for ya, Louisianna yellow rose of San Antone, Arkansas, Mississippi, Old man river whispers to me, Carry on, Carry on, Sweet Southern Comfort carry on, As I sit here I'm surrounded, By these priceless memories, I don't have to think about it, There's no place I'd rather be, In Carolina or in Georgia, Smell the jasmine and magnollia, Sleepy Sweet home Alabama, Roll tide roll, Muddy water, Misssissippi, Blessed Graceland whispers to me, Carry on, Carry on, Sweet Southern Comfort, Carry on, Carry on, Sweet Southern Comfort carry on, |
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for the heatens in the house during this holy week...
"Hell Yes" - Alkaline Trio I gave up on you a long time ago How can you blame me? We made plans to meet and you never showed You kept me waiting They said everything would work out just fine They said you'd help me But as it turns out it was all a lie And they're off someplace far away laughing at me You've been there for me one time in my life But it didn't matter You came and went so fast all my hope And faith in you shattered And now here I sit alone in this room No one to confide in You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams You laughed, you left, you waited in hiding Bless me dark father I have sinned I've done it before and I'll do it again Cuz it keeps me warm, and makes you smile Been beneath me all the while Hell yes You gave up on me along time ago I can't say I blame you I rejected the faith in your holy rays Is what it comes down to They said everything would work out just fine I just went crazy But I'm better now having a good time Being selfish, and drunken, and vulgar, and lazy Bless me dark father I have sinned I've done it before and I'll do it again Cuz it keeps me warm, and makes you smile Been beneath me all the while Bless me dark father I can't win Without you I'm as good as dead Cuz you keep me warm, you make me smile You've been on my shoulder all the while Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings You've been whispering sweet nothings |
This is dedicated to you.
Melissa Etheridge's, I'm the only one. Please baby can’t you see My mind’s a burnin’ hell I got razors a rippin’ and tearin’ and strippin’ My heart apart as well Tonight you told me That you ache for something new And some other woman is lookin’ like something That might be good for you Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone Go on believe her when she tells you Nothing’s wrong But I’m the only one Who’ll walk across the fire for you I’m the only one Who’ll drown in my desire for you It’s only fear that makes you run The demons that you’re hiding from When all your promises are gone I’m the only one Please baby can’t you see I’m trying to explain I’ve been here before and I’m locking the door And I’m not going back again Her eyes and arms and skin won’t make It go away You’ll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow That holds you down today Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone Go on believe her when she tells you Nothing’s wrong But I’m the only one Who’ll walk across the fire for you I’m the only one Who’ll drown in my desire for you It’s only fear that makes you run The demons that you’re hiding from When all your promises are gone I’m the only one |
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Your hookah is concerned. :( |
to that chump who call me a few years ago and threatened to kill me because his girlfriend had my number in her phone. you werent a sucka just once, but TWICE!
Akinyele- Put it in your mouth My baby left me, left me sad and blue I didn't know what to do... without my baby baby baby baby And then I met his best friend and he took me to his house And I said... I said... (what you said baby) let me tell you what I said... |
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Now you can lick it, you can sip it, you can taste it I'm talkin every drip-drop, don't you waste it baby, slurp it up, its enough to fill your cup its finger lickin good and Im wishin it would go down kinda slow or even fast... [If I posted the rest I'd be shoulder tapped by my AGDs] |
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To all the girls who need this song right now, but especially my fellow serial monogamist.
"Everytime," Britney Spears Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is strong? Why carry on without me? Everytime I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you baby I make believe that you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done? You seem to move uneasy Everytime I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you baby I may have made it rain, Please forgive me, My weakness caused you pain, and this song's my sorry At night I pray Your face will fade away Everytime I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you baby |
For Glue Stick
I dedicate "She's Crafty" by The Beastie Boys.
I would post the lyrics but I can't find them now. :D |
For those of you who aren't into relationships and are having fun and perfectly fine with just ho-in around:
I just want BANG BANG BANG! by Group X Make sure your speakers are turned up. |
I wish somebody would dedicate a song to me... :(
It's okay though - I'm not very faithful and even when I do post, I am too elusive. |
to sororitygrl2
Passin me By- The Pharcyde |
Hey, Bobby the Don - thanks! :)
But I don't know you - do I? How can you dedicate a song to me? Well, it's awful sweet of you anyway. I won't forget it... ;) |
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