a few of my favorite things
Saturday night some of us are hanging out at the Record Bar waiting for the bands to start and spilling whiskey over the demise of yet another hangout. We sat thru “Whisky Boots” and were eagerly awaiting all my friends from “Circle of Trust” to start playing.
I’m sitting back in the corner where all the women I knew happened to be hanging out when one of em starting fuckin with me over my fear of Zombies. Then another one who knew a bit of my strange quirks started humming this tune.
Now its bad enough when a bunch of chicks start giving me shit over the Zombie thing but to all start humming and singing a song with the express intention of getting it stuck in my head is just wrong. So I did what any red-blooded male would do under such duress. I told em all to shut the fuck up and leave me the hell along with the goddamned singing and shit.
Which as you might gather turned out to be the wrong thing to do. I don’t know which was more fucked up, the fact that one would start the stupid song and the next chick would pick up the next verse and so on and so on. Or that they all seemed to know all the words to the fuckin song.
By then “Circle of Trust” had started and were smashing thru the lyrics of “Go fuck yourself”. This was more or less the same time I told all the girls how lucky they were that they possessed tits or I wouldn’t be putting up with their shit and of course that only ramped things up.
It must have been really odd to people that didn’t know any of us. On the stage is “COT” doing hardcore punk and back in the corner there I stand surrounded by a group of women bouncing their tits up and down like big breasted bobble heads, singing the lyrics from the “Sound of music”.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
"and the monkey flipped the switch"
posted by Greg Beck at Monday, February 19, 2007
4 Comments:
But did it help you stop thinking about the undead? And you are correct, we all must have looked very odd in the corner.
It could have been worse. They could have started singing that Doe A Deer song, which would make even me think of zombies.
That picture makes me think of Myrtle Beach Bike Week. Add another 450 pounds and a Ninja, and it'd be just like being there. In the flesh, as it were.
Bouncing boobies always takes my mind off the zombies and I should have added that we were having fun so what if it looked odd. And Satyavati, did you check out the sweet mid 1980’s Cadillac Seville in the background of that picture?
I did see it, but to be honest my love affair with cars peaks between a 55 BelAir and a 59 Impala... and once you get past say 66 or 67 the romance is essentially over. I had a brief crush on a 72 Nova, but like most things from the 70's... it passed.
And I just got an idea for a pornohorror movie starring seventeen boobie bouncing zombie girls who manage to take over the world because all the men are too busy staring at them to realize that they're eating people's heads off and stuff.
I'm just sayin.
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