Hey Dave, I lip sync on my blog, too!
A strategy, an act, but dive! dive! dive! never lands 'em in red cards. Swirly guts under lock & key guard, but it's for the best as I can't sew nor own a wheelbarrow to haul the goo to local l'hôpital -- does its close proximity lure down the left hand path? -- nor am charge of the light brigade brave d-m-b.
Spring cleaning, even the local public transportationista brigade, new, lemon-fresh schedule today. Any changes? *click click click* No. Never. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?
P.S. I had a bunch of other junk, but you can read & I've got to get the lunatic offspring off to Springfield Elementary & High, respectively. Enjoy the riffing.
Monday, April 4, 2011
The old grey test whistles past the graveyard
Posted by Randal Graves at 6:14 AM
Labels: music, narcissism
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Somehow I read 'lunatic offspring' as 'lunatic fringe'.
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Oh goodie at least we know there are spawn to take your place when you're in that graveyard. But like most they probably won't follow in daddies footsteps.
I've got to get the lunatic offspring off to Springfield Elementary & High, respectively.
I love taking the kids to school, the MIFL's just make my day. Especially cleavage tennis mom whose son is in my daughter's class.
You mean they haven't cut the service schedule of your regular wheelie bus?
if, judges? Yes, that is also acceptable.
demeur, why wouldn't they follow pop? There's a distinct shortage of slacker public servants.
BB, must be an Appalachian trail thing, all we get are virulent road distortions known as SUV moms.
susan, naw, they usually merely compensate with a rate increase.
You know some of us like that lip syncing Bowie song so thanks for sharing it with us.
Like it or not, mass transit is on its way out. The American People do not want to spend their tax dollars chauffeuring people around who can't be bothered to drive.
//P.S. I had a bunch of other junk//
...gees, I hope you recycled.... soon we will all be selling our junk... or did I mean 'keep your hands off my junk' whatever
There's something to be said for coherence. But not here. ;)
liberality, lip syncing Bowie's better than no Bowie.
tom, I will then mount a .50 cal on my bicycle, it's in the second amendment.
okjimm, touch any of your stuff? Lighten up, Francis.
SWA, that's what all the other blogs are for. If I embrace clarity, people will start asking questions, lots of people.
a Light Brigade Dave Matthews Band? sounds so... mething.
David Bowie is awesome! How about some early Elvis Costello?
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