More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
I tried picking on people in person.... on the phone... via email.... and everybody ignored me. I guess you're all too good to punch old GB on the arm. Fine. I didn't want to fight anyway.
Posted by steveh at September 16, 2006 12:13 AM | TrackBackawe shoot, wish I'd known...I hope cock fighting isn't anything like the dick game..oops, I guess that's a rude thing to post on someone else's blog...don't ask...
Posted by: heather at September 16, 2006 06:38 AM3 o'clock. school recess yard. my knuckles, your chin. bring a friend.
Posted by: fargis at September 16, 2006 07:46 AMFighting is morally bad, so here's an old hit with a better idea (although picking a good partner is still important).
"Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I've done alright up 'til now
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, loneliness calls
Oh! I wanna game of chance with somebody
I wanna roll the dice with somebody
Yeah, wanna advance to GO with somebody
With somebody who loves Monopoly."
it's go-time fargis. i'm not afraid. my chin has taken down better men than you.
oh, not whitney houston. if only we knew someone who loved monopoly enough to write database programs about it... i bet your song was inspired by a person like that...
Posted by: gb at September 16, 2006 11:12 AMThe only thing I want to fight as I read this post is boredom.
Posted by: Bender at September 16, 2006 04:22 PM