Straight Line of the Day: Where did they do it?
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Where did they do it?
In the road.
Why not?
Was anybody watching?
Nobody will be watching…
Where did they do it?
the scene of the crime.
….where the sidewalk ends.
…on a slow boat to China.
In your head, where they’ve been living rent-free for quite some time…
Madness doesn’t always roar, sometimes it is that soft quiet voice in your head in the dead of night that says, “Hey, you got room in there for one more?”
Sometimes Madness says:
“Hey you! Don’t watch that, watch dis!”
Down by the schoolyard.
Mean Julio.
A Mondegreen!
A recent post on that topic:
https://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/3858611/posts
A much older one:
https://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2067990/posts
I always hear “red wine and eggs, mythology” in a Jackson Johnson song.
Wouldn’t you like to know…
Mos Eisley Spaceport…. You’ll find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy
You’ve obviously never been to a Democrat National convention.
Behind closed doors…
In your dreams.
In the bowels of the House chambers…
In the back seat.
(IYKWIMAITYD)
— Bob Seger approved.
Under the sea, In an octopuses garden in the shade.
In Infamy… that is a place, right?
Paradise…. by the dashboard light.
In the back pocket of every politician I know…
In a van, down by the river…
At a swingin’ place, a cellar full of noise!
It’s got an atmosphere of its own somehow.
You gotta come along right now!
‘Cause I tell you
In the kitchen, with the candlestick.
In a shaded corner of the Tycho crater…
All over the frikin place. Now I gotta mop.
The Dexter Lake Club
Shamma lamma ding dong!
In a Pea Green Boat.
Where did they do it?
Under.
Under where? 😉
Where did they do it?
Down on the corner, out in the street.
Blackburn, Lancashire. Right next to the 4,000 holes
Where did they do it?
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens.
Shhh… Ancient Chinese secret!
Where did they do it?
In an undisclosed location.
Where did they do it?
In the back room of El Skeezo’s Liquor Emporium.
You’ll be no Sleaze-O
with El Skeezo
Down south…
or up nort
Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon
The Black Hole of Calcutta…
…or Hillary Clinton
Embrace the power of and.
… online or in fine booksellers everywhere, if we’re talking about buying FrankJ’s latest novel.
Where did they do it?
In that crazy little shack beyond the tracks
And everybody calls it the Sugar Shack.
Or 15 miles past a faded sign by the side of the road.
Tin roof, rusted.
outside Albuquerque, NM July 16, 1945
in Albuquerque, April 4, 1983.
South Detroit
Nobody panic!!!
Out on Highway 61, driving into Nutbush, where the streets have no name.
The red house over yonder.
Right where that shallow grave in the backyard is. The one that smells like hobo, not the one that smells like Jimmy Hoffa.
…in the Castle AAAaarrrrrggh….