This actually makes more sense than most of the things teens do these days.
So, is there something you’d like to share? It’s Wednesday Night Open Thread and you control the conversation.
What’s on your mind?
This actually makes more sense than most of the things teens do these days.
So, is there something you’d like to share? It’s Wednesday Night Open Thread and you control the conversation.
What’s on your mind?
Mesmerizing.
Honestly, thanks for sharing. Your editorial comment is quite accurate.
(I liked how the guy seemed to have some sort of irrelevant, barely-disguised seething anger thing going on towards the camera or camera-person, throughout.)
I felt a growing bond developing with the rooster. I came to feel that if I were there in place of the rooster, my recorded reactions would have looked indistinguishable from his.
What’s on your mind?
Well, now this song from Toto, thank you very much.
Slightly disappointed. I feel the gentleman in the video could have put a little more effort into it. My wife and her sister bwok-ed the full length version of American Pie, as well as some other songs, and recorded them for their father’s birthday.
Post it!
♪
Well, my baby and me went out late Wednesday night
I had my comb piled high and my baby just looked so right;
Well-ell, pullet up at ten, gotta have you home at two
Mama don’t know what I got in store for Perdue
But that’s all right, ’cause we’re cool with canned peas.
Well, we found a little place that really didn’t look half bad
I had a whiskey on the rocks, and changed half a collard for the jukebox
Well-ell, I put a quarter right into that can, but all they played was Toto, man
Come on, baby, baby, let’s get out of here right away!
We’re gonna bwok this town
Bwok it inside out
We’re gonna bwok this town
Make ’em scream and shout
Let’s bwok, bwok, bwok, man, bwok
We’re gonna bwok from our crop
We’re gonna bwok till we drop
We’re gonna bwok this town
Bwok it inside out
. . . .
(audio interrupted by flapping of wings and so forth)
. . . .
Colonel looked at me once, Colonel looked at me twice;
Look at me again there’s gonna be a fight!
We’re gonna bwock this town
We’re gonna giblet this place apart…
♪
Instead of baby, which is more to the song, would not “My Chick” be more deeply punish?
Heh! Good catch! Now I am woke!
The Handy Man’s Corner, Russian style….today we’re going to develop a revolutionary new cement filled tire. It’s an idea so revolutionary even Carl Marx never thought of it. Remember if the women don’t find you handsome they should at least find you handy………………………
Henry Clay, a US Senator known as “the Great Compromiser”, was born in Hanover County, Virginia, April 12, 1777. It is interesting to think of names like that for current and recent US Senators. Teddy Kennedy would have been known as “the Great Molester” or “the Lady-Killer”, for example. Have at it, fellow moon-nukers!
Al Franken: “The Great Compromising-Positioner”
Paul Ryan: “The Great Disappointment”
BTW Frank, if you are listening, [well technically reading but let us not quibble] your book is still not available in print form through Baker & Taylor and the audio download is listed as out of print, [once again an anachronistic term usage, but I’m quibbling] what is up with that? I really do want to order this for the library.
Oddly I just remembered, although I was better off not to, that I used to bwok my way through Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. And I didn’t cluck in German either.