'Help'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
All you people who live in cities with Trader Joe's are DEAD to me. DEAD.
Trader Joes just keep on springing up all over Chicago.
On topic because... Robyn Hitchcock sang about hummus.
P-C, have you ever heard Robyn Hitchcock? I have a feeling you'd like him.
No one fears you, Steph. You're too huggable.
Pssst, P-Cow. She's got tiny little fists. Wee.
I don't wanna be dead to Steph.
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P-C, have you ever heard Robyn Hitchcock? I have a feeling you'd like him.
I have not. He also has a song about "The Man with the Lightbulb Head."
I don't wanna be dead to Steph.
Dude, whining at her is not the way to earn her respect.
Speaking of which, Tep, did you see what Janet Jackson said at a recent gay rally event in NYC?
Lee, you could never be dead to me.
Though you have Trader Joes. Hmm. What a quandary.
Pssst, P-Cow. She's got tiny little fists. Wee.
I shake them in your general direction, mister!
Speaking of which, Tep, did you see what Janet Jackson said at a recent gay rally event in NYC?
I feel like I did, but I can't recall it, so I probably didn't.
Dude, whining at her is not the way to earn her respect.
Lee, you could never be dead to me.
Hey Hec?
Pffffttttt.
If it helps the quandary, Steph, I almost never have time to actually go to TJ's
I have not. He also has a song about "The Man with the Lightbulb Head."
He's got all sorts of weird songs. If you want I'll send you a CD of mp3s of his stuff and what-not.
If you want I'll send you a CD of mp3s of his stuff and what-not.
Historically speaking, mp3 CDs don't get listened to so well because of the sheer magnitude. Mix CDs work much better.
If anyone wants to listen to bizarre metal music, I suggest "Sleep Is Wrong" by Sleepytime Gorilla Museum. Cause it's freaking awesome.