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....frequently I try to annoy Wendy (it's my hobby) by singing along to whatever music is playing, but with some horribly wrong lyrics, e.g. "He hit me, and it felt like a fish," drop dead Carole King. Anyway, I just had to write this one down that I came up with on the way home from my parents' house just now, before I forget it. (It's my mom's birthday today, and it was Wendy's mom's birthday yesterday; some sort of Horrible Cosmic In-Law Accident. It's not really such a huge inconvenience except for Wendy, who, you guessed it, has to do ALL the shopping because my eyes glaze over at the very CONCEPT. It's one of my few concessions to Being A Guy In America, that sort of behavior. You have to nurture at least a few of those, you know; else you might, as they say in Brooklyn, "turn gay," like it's a color or something. So it's either stop off at the pool hall after work for a few Rounds With The Boys, or let your wife do all the shopping. This keeps the testosterone in balance with the other bloodstream chemicals, like piss, vinegar, and lye. For me at least. Someone reading over my shoulder just reminded me that "speaking of Guy Things," I was supposed to make an appointment to get her brakes done and I forgot. Cool! Now I can go to The Gas Station where there's guys that look like Dicky Betts and Bob Hite, and look at THE CALENDARS! Whee! Hookers wit' wrenches! She says you don't want to hear about that. What does she know? Anyway, we were listening to the Blues Project in the car on the way back (what else?) and here's what I came up with, and it's typical of me so you'll understand what she regularly has to deal with: Hugo, Winterhalter little baby, So now you HAVE to play with the Blues Project again, if only to get Danny to sing these new improved and corrected lyrics. You can even change "head" to "butt" or something if you need to. Still haven't watched your videos due to all this socializing, and being pitched for Amway (Friday) and going to see Bill in that Giblet & Sullen thing (Saturday; by the way the female lead was sung by a woman named "Bronwen", which I have concluded is absolutely the coolest name I have ever heard.) But we intend to go watch at least the Steve Paul thing RIGHT NOW. So we go. |
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