cool. and now for something completely different (fyi the only thing it has to do with them is the word bug in the song, i just love the song, and the fact that it could be a crime scene) more divine miss m... "this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation Ent that we women wear today was a german scientist and opera lover by the name of otto titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. i feel i have to share it with you." Otto titsling, inventor and crout, Had nothing to get very worked up about. His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak. He fled to the opera at least twice a week. One night at the opera he saw an aida Who's bust was so big it would often impede her. Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit, Done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts. Oh, my god! there she blows! Aerodynamically this girl was a mess. Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, And he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration Flood his soul. He ran back to his workshop Where he futzed and futzed and futzed. For otto titsling had found his quest: To lift and mold the female breast; To point the small ones to the sky; To keep the big ones high and dry! Every night he'd sweat and snort Searching for the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! he even tried his own two lips! Well, he stiched and he slaved And he slaved and he stitched Until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant. Yes! he had invented the worlds first Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray! Exhausted but ecstatic otto ran out to the diva Bearing the prototype in his hot little hand. Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial mishaps She finally did. And the sigh of relief that issued forth From her mouth Was so loud that it was mistaken by some To be the early onset of the seraken winds Which often rolled through the schwarzwald With a vengance! Ahhhhh-i! But little did otto know, At the moment of his greatest triumph, Lurking under the diva's bed Was none other than the very worst Of the french patent theives Phillip debrassiere. And phil was watching the scene With a great deal of interest! Later that night, while our broom hilda slept, Into the wardrobe phillip softly crept. He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore, 'til he found otto's titsling and he ran out the door. Crying, "oh, my god! what joy! what bliss! I'm gonna make me a million from this! Every woman in the world will wanna buy one. I will have all the goods manufactured in taiwan." The result of this swindle is pointedly clear: Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
it's a bette milder song. rent beaches, you'll know it when you see it. a quote and song about...SPAM!!! Wife: Have you got anything without SPAM? Waitress: Well, there's SPAM egg sausage and SPAM, that's not got much SPAM in it. Wife: I don't want any SPAM! Man: Why can't she have egg bacon SPAM and sausage? Wife: That's got SPAM in it! Man: Hasn't got as much SPAM in it as SPAM egg sausage and SPAM, has it? Vikings: SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM... Lovely SPAM! Wonderful SPAM! ok, so i'm in a goofy song mood tonight and the only connection is spam.
Came across this pic and this song. Jimi Hendrix’s ‘FOXY LADY’ Foxy. Oh, you know you are a cute little heart breaker. Foxy, yeah. And you know you are a sweet little love maker, Foxy. I wanna take you home, yeah. I won't do you no harm. You've got to be all mine, all mine. Ooh, foxy lady. Now-a, I see you, come down on the scene, oh foxy, You make me wanna get up and a scream. Foxy, oh baby listen now. I've made up my mind, I'm tired of wasting all my precious time. You've got to be all mine, all mine, Foxy Lady. I'm gonna take you home. I won't do you no harm. You've got to be all mine, all mine. Foxy Lady. Comin' and get-cha. Ooh, foxy lady, yeah, yeah. You look so good, Foxy. Oh yeah, foxy foxy. Yeah. Give us some, foxy. You make feel like a... very foxy, foxy.
yeah, taz has some great ones. ok, new song. i only have eyes for you. My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you And dear, I wonder if you find love An optical illusion, too? Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright 'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear The moon may be high But I can't see a thing in the sky 'Cause I only have eyes for you. I don't know if we're in a garden Or on a crowded avenue You are here, so am I Maybe millions of people go by But they all disappear from view And I only have eyes for you
How about something more kick butt, Billy Idol's 'Rebel Yell' Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love And if it expires pray help from above" In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more" With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more" In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more" With a rebel yell- "more, more, more" More, more, more. She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed What set you free and brought you to be me babe What set you free I need you hear by me Because He lives in his own heaven Collects it to go from the seven eleven Well he's out all night to collect a fare Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair. I walked the ward with you, babe A thousand miles with you I dried your tears of pain, babe A million times for you I'd sell my soul for you babe For money to burn with you I'd give you all, and have none, babe Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me Because Oh yeah little baby, she want more -More, more, more, more, more.