not at all lisa
awesome!
You're a dream Johnny--Depp or Cash. You're Johnny-Come-Lately, my heart's already burnt to ash.
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
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.
lisah - Jun 08, 2005 9:19:17 am PDT #8842 of 10003
Punishingly Intricate
msbelle - Jun 08, 2005 9:20:18 am PDT #8843 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
hee.
I kid you not, launch just played me can you stand the rain, AGAIN.
I am holding out for a better question song today though.
Jon B. - Jun 08, 2005 9:26:40 am PDT #8844 of 10003
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
Sorry, Jon B.
No worries. I was amazed that anyone else here knew the song.
msbelle - Jun 08, 2005 9:48:33 am PDT #8845 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Where is the Love?
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 9:49:31 am PDT #8846 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Where is the Love?
Pfft. What's love got to do with it?
joe boucher - Jun 08, 2005 9:51:39 am PDT #8847 of 10003
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
Love is all around. At least in Minneapolis. Or maybe just around Mary Tyler Moore. Or possibly just around Mary Richards.
DXMachina - Jun 08, 2005 9:53:30 am PDT #8848 of 10003
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
All you need is love.
Tom Scola - Jun 08, 2005 9:55:10 am PDT #8849 of 10003
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Love stinks.
Sue - Jun 08, 2005 9:55:58 am PDT #8850 of 10003
hip deep in pie
There love in the air, but I'm on the ground.
Frankenbuddha - Jun 08, 2005 9:58:54 am PDT #8851 of 10003
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Love is like oxygen - you get too much, you get too high.