If you could only see the way she loves me
Maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
Is it just me, or do you imagine that what he must do is murder someone? Worse, do you get the sense that the victim is the person he's singing to? I picture the audience as a man, bound and gagged, tied to a chair, weeping quietly as a psycopath explains that all would be clear if only he knew about his devoted girlfriend.
Seriously, I get a real crazy vibe off this song.
Also, what color are her eyes the rest of the time?
Actual conversation at Walgreen's just now --
ME: "I walked here, so could I get a bag with handles for that toilet paper?"
CLERK, putting TP into large bag: "This'll do nicely for you. If anyone gives you trouble you can swing the bag around as a weapon."
ME: "I guess I shouldn't have chosen Ultra Soft, then."
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This was Friday's quote of the day on the BBC News Magazine:
"You are Scottish, we have nothing in common and you are an economist. But somehow, Gordon, I love you" - Nicolas Sarkozy to Gordon Brown
It was the thick of the economic meltdown in February and the French president, a man noted for his passionate approach to life, confessed his strong feelings for the British prime minister... although he hastened to add "not in a sexual way". The comments have just been disclosed by Mr Brown's private secretary, Tom Fletcher.
"Wilson Serverance remembers a very small fire on Glendale in 1932. A contractor named Talbott was paving the street and had erected barricades. The heavy LaFrance pumper, answering the call in a hurry, rolled past the barricades and ruined the fresh asphalt. And in the words of Wilson Serverance, 'There was nothing in the contract between the village and Mr. Talbott that covered this situation and Mr. Talbott, who figured he was quite a drinker, suggested that the village agree to pay for the repaving if he could drink down any one of the three village officials connected with the paving contract. If he was the first to succumb, he would pay for the damage and there would be no court action. I was called upon as Village Attorney to enter this contest and I was told by the Village President that I was drinking gin. I protested and was told to 'shut-up' -- that gin looks just like water and that I would be drinking two glasses of water to every glass of gin -- needless to say, Talbott was the first one to fall under the table.'"
I don't know what's funniest: the idea of resolving potentially litigious dispute with a drinking contest, the fact that they cheated, or the fact that the loser fell for the old replace-gin-with-water trick.
Jackson, Jim, "A Lively Town: 152 Years in Rochester". USA: Rochester Centennial Commission, Inc., 1969. No ISBN.
After renewing twice, I had to part with my copy of The Federalist. Yes yes, I did have it for nine weeks. Yes yes, I suppose someone else should get to have a go. Yes yes, I could just go buy a copy, or wait a while and borrow it again.
The point is that I don't have it now. So there shall be no Fed post this week. I know you're all heartbroken.
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