Talk with me, dance with me
Yesterday was fabulouso.
Work was boring as hell until Laurie taught me to illegally talk on web msn messenger so you don’t have to down load it. Rah rah. Then to make the fun even funner Mr. Willie to the J Bling Blingerson was on and we got to chat…that made my day.
As a spur of a moment thing I drug Laurie kicking but not screaming to Hot Hot Heat. Yes I felt old but they are getting old to so it doesn’t much matter. Ha ha.I had a good time and danced my butt off….not all the way off…there is still a fairly substantial derriere there. Really you neither have to talk with me or dance with me. It was just the catchiness of the cowbell in my head. We missed King Louis but caught the Futureheads and HHH. Chairs….chairs….now take out the R....Chais. Why is it that you don't even have to have talent yet if you have a British accent you are pure sex already? Could it be the affliction for wearing tight shirts to accentuate bellies/beer guts? Whatever it is…I love it. Actually mostly what I enjoyed about the futureheads besides catchy melodic hard brit pop was the drummer….me…always with the drummers. But there drummer played a very small set (of drums that is) and he was super close to them, arms back, sitting up right….very brit..very lovely.That and his constant "Chais" after every song which I can only find in my translation book as possibly "Cheers" but less Sam Malone and more thanks. Futureheads…not enough love to buy the CD but enough to illegally download it. If I was a math fanatic I would call it smack + time= Hot Hot Heat. Since the smack and time they have apparently moved into Canadian rocker status as there was hundreds of screaming girls and college age drunk men. It was actually pretty cool for them considering they moved up from halls and seedy bars. I discovered last night that it is unfortunately quite difficult to rock out with ones cock out….if they indeed do not have one. I guess it could be just a
saying but still…
To finish this waste of your time and mine I will end with a small poem/song:
Watch what you think
What who you do
Cause there's word on the street
That just 2 years ago, if you took one of them home
You'd have to get pills and cream
For the hot hot heat.
Wishing she had a large double double in her hand,
Ms. B
Work was boring as hell until Laurie taught me to illegally talk on web msn messenger so you don’t have to down load it. Rah rah. Then to make the fun even funner Mr. Willie to the J Bling Blingerson was on and we got to chat…that made my day.
As a spur of a moment thing I drug Laurie kicking but not screaming to Hot Hot Heat. Yes I felt old but they are getting old to so it doesn’t much matter. Ha ha.I had a good time and danced my butt off….not all the way off…there is still a fairly substantial derriere there. Really you neither have to talk with me or dance with me. It was just the catchiness of the cowbell in my head. We missed King Louis but caught the Futureheads and HHH. Chairs….chairs….now take out the R....Chais. Why is it that you don't even have to have talent yet if you have a British accent you are pure sex already? Could it be the affliction for wearing tight shirts to accentuate bellies/beer guts? Whatever it is…I love it. Actually mostly what I enjoyed about the futureheads besides catchy melodic hard brit pop was the drummer….me…always with the drummers. But there drummer played a very small set (of drums that is) and he was super close to them, arms back, sitting up right….very brit..very lovely.That and his constant "Chais" after every song which I can only find in my translation book as possibly "Cheers" but less Sam Malone and more thanks. Futureheads…not enough love to buy the CD but enough to illegally download it. If I was a math fanatic I would call it smack + time= Hot Hot Heat. Since the smack and time they have apparently moved into Canadian rocker status as there was hundreds of screaming girls and college age drunk men. It was actually pretty cool for them considering they moved up from halls and seedy bars. I discovered last night that it is unfortunately quite difficult to rock out with ones cock out….if they indeed do not have one. I guess it could be just a
saying but still…
To finish this waste of your time and mine I will end with a small poem/song:
Watch what you think
What who you do
Cause there's word on the street
That just 2 years ago, if you took one of them home
You'd have to get pills and cream
For the hot hot heat.
Wishing she had a large double double in her hand,
Ms. B