Oh my.
Sometimes looking at old TV series theme song lyrics out-of-context can sound a little wrong. [link]
Everybody shout!
Come on now, sing out!
It's time for the Goolies get-together
They got jokes for everybody
Join the Goolies,
They're gonna do their thing for you.
They're kinda strange,
They're real funny,
You'll be glad to know
They love you too!
Everybody shout!
Come on now, sing out!
It's time for the Goolies get-together
You're gonna see
How funny they can be
'Cause it's time for the Goolies get-together!
I blame the Buffistas for my raised eyebrow.
ETA: I'm sure the author meant "Ghoulies."
Oh dear, I think I killed the thread with my inappropriate reference.
God help me, I think I love Jerry Stahl right now.
But of course, I have the Brainy Jewish Guy button and the fucked-up and tormented button. It was bound to happen.
'Cause it's time for the Goolies get-together!
Heh.
I got my scripts transferred successfully. Go me.
I also found a belt that will fit from waist to way low-rider and is reversible. It took up the rest of my Macy's cert. I am pleased.
I still want a cheeseburger.
'Cause it's time for the Goolies get-together!
You could build a whole
Songs of Seduction
CD around that song.
The Goolies
was an animated cartoon about monsters, right? Lyrics like that are worthy of Sid and Marty Kroft.
The Goolies was an animated cartoon about monsters, right?
Yep. We wrote about them in the Bubblegum book. I've got their one LP.
Oh. Not the comedy group.
Is this the same boss with the whole check-giving-taking-back-basically-stealing-money-from-you Harpy that you spoke of earlier? If so, I think the dirk may not be strong enough punishment. For her, I'll borrow Lord McFionn's broadsword. *gets firm two-handed "poke" ready*
Yes, the very same. For her, I think we should open the floor for general target practice. Dirks, broadswords, maces – heck. Where’s the trebuchet? We’ll need that too. Thanks Epic! Hey, ex-Boss? Here’s some freakin’ stabbity-poke for ya. Gimme my check back.
{{Gudanov}} Dude. Please. Take care of yourself, for us? Don’t make yourself sick with the not-eating, it will be the worse for you in the long run. Deferred maintenance on the corporeal form is so not the way to go. I keep thinking that there must be a million women out there who would be ever so grateful if they could only have a nice smart man with a sense of humor like you. A guy who holds down a job, takes care of the children, pays the bills, does chores around the house, goes to therapy and visits with the relatives too. I fear that I may be thinking harsh thoughts about your wife, that she’s stunningly unappreciative, whatever her troubles. I’d like to send her a bad dream about what things would be like for her if suddenly she had to do without you for awhile.
I bought an elegant Jones New York skirt suit at the thrift today. In case I need to look professional someday. The label said, Dry Clean Only, but I laughed cruelly and threw it into the washer to take its chances. Take that, delicate rayon fabric! The only mercy it will get from me is that I’ll whisk it out of the dryer before long and hang it up to finish drying. Muaah-hah-hah, I feel like I’m getting away with something.
Next project: Figure out a good lie to cover an overly longish blank spot on my resume, because I don’t want the Harpy having the chance to say anything about me to anyone ever. I wonder if anyone would believe me if I claimed I'd facilitated the Disney-Pixar deal?
Hec - did you see the big news? We the the Big Hurt for a year. If you want me to try to get his autograph at Spring Training, bring me a ball sometime.
