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You are so right, Robert.
Oh Greg Sage, I wish I could quit you. Now lets go into the mountains and do things that society deems unacceptable
I just read this and it made me laugh quite a bit.
A woman threatened to call police after claiming that she’d been locked in by staff. When in fact, she had mistaken the “do not disturb” sign on the back of the door as a warning to remain in the room.
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Oh dear, oh dear ! ![]()
Imagine being one of the staff having to explain to her what the sign’s for.
What a dumb dumb. ![]()
Now I have to get back to drooling over pictures of Tadanobu Asano.
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My goodness. It should be illegal to look so completely gorgeous.
I was having lunch with some friends today when complete randomness snuck up from behind and tickled me in a very peculiar way.
At a table across the room was a girl I vaguely knew at the end of the last millenia. We took the same lectures in pop culture at the university. To best describe her I shall quote the great philosophers from Blink 182
And some girls try too hard to impress
With the way that they dress
With those things on their chests
Indeed. But this isn’t why I’m here, including you all in my moment of randomness. Not at all.
The thing is, I had barely talked to this girl when she gave me a heart shaped envelope with a heart shaped card, sprinkled with perfume and covered in kisses from what I can only assume were her lipstick covered lips.
AND.
Here comes the grand finale.
She had written the lyrics to
wait for it
…..
Backstreet Boys’ Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely.
You heard it.
She did.
The entire lyrics.
Followed by her phone number and a smiley face.
This could have been ok if we were ten. We weren’t. Not even close.
Needless to say, I didn’t make her phone ring.
For your pleasure, I present to you, the lyrics to Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely
So many words for the broken heart
Its hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me…
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
Theres no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
Theres nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be youre asking me to feel the things you never show
You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
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if she wrote down a Pavement song,would you ask her to marry you? ![]()
There is a distint possibility ![]()
Robert, I think you win the most Completely Random Act of Randomness Award!
Am I reading this correctly that after years of not seeing her she saw you whilst out to lunch and decided to drop a love note in your lap? Because if that’s the case I would like to give this girl props for her dedication to the cause.
That must have meant that she just so happened to be carrying around heart shaped envelopes and paper in her purse and back street boys lyrics in her heart in the off chance that she might see you again. I say call her! Call her and ask her if those sprinkled kisses can be transferred from paper to body parts. ![]()
I`m trying to write a Backstreet Boys song for Girl…
I luv U Girl!
I miss U Girl!
Whoa oh oh whoaoooo!
When I think of how cute
you look in your gorilla suit
My emotions you haunt
I wanna catch the next flight to Vermont
I luv U Girl!
I miss U Girl!
Whoa oh oh whoaoooo!
We met on Freak Scene
Where minds are green ![]()
I`m feeling as blue as a smurf
But we owe it all to J,Lou,and Murph!
Why do I miss U?
Cuz I luv U!
Why do I luv U?
Cuz I miss U!
That was the greatest thing this side of the galaxy!
Now I want to run away with you and have your love babies in my tummy. ![]()
Let’s dance away into the sun back street boys style.
I should try to write one for Robert…
Robert knows his norwegian wood
Well is`nt that good
He never causes a fuss
Just keeps cool like Steve Malkmus
When he`s an old geezer
He`ll still be rockin to Weezer
He does`nt own alot of coats
But alot of albums by the Mountain Goats
He ain`t no Clark Gable
But he has a cool turntable
SG, you are brilliant! I wish I could write one for you but I can’t think of any rhyming words for Gretzky and the only one I can think of for jazz is spaz. ![]()
So here is an ode.
Oh SG, you are like a mystery
Oh my! That rhymed! I am more surprised than that time I walked into the bathroom and found a family of raccoons drinking my bath water!
But seriously, what’s with those two capitalized letters that stand for your name?
I bet it’s one of life’s little riddles that God made up to stump and frustrate humans because he got mad one day when someone burnt his baked potato.
How about razamatazz?
SG stands for Salamiguy.Some of the members like Another Girl Another Planet years ago was shortening it to SG and I thought it was a better name.
Is that what it’s called when someone blows on your tummy and it makes a rude noise? ![]()
Is that what it’s called when someone blows on your tummy and it makes a rude noise? ![]()
Could be
razamajazz is when someone blows into a horn and makes a rude noise ![]()