And thus the Great Migration of mathoms and gifts and ebay and Goodwill was begun.
How much do I love Beverly for using the word "mathoms?"
Thhhiiiiiiiiiiisss much.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And thus the Great Migration of mathoms and gifts and ebay and Goodwill was begun.
How much do I love Beverly for using the word "mathoms?"
Thhhiiiiiiiiiiisss much.
I pick novelty songs, for the most part. I once got complimented for my rendition of Henry the 8th.
Ya, songs like that would make me cringe. Sorry. I know. Party pooper.
Oh, I wouldn't like to hear someone do it who can't do the accent, myself. It helps that I like cheesetastic songs.
..and now I want to ham it up doing "I write the songs" at Karaoke.
I've always wanted to find a guy willing to do a duet of Lyle Lovett's "What Do You Do" for karoake.
Honey, bring me the paper
And pour me a beer
Turn on the TV
Sweep up over here
You can tell me you love me
To put off my blues
But what do you do
When it quits being news?
Heh. Lewis and I used to sing this all the time in the car on road trips. I'd love to try "Somethin' Stupid" but the harmonies are so close, one of us inevitably drifts over into the other's line. We also used to do a pretty wicked rendition of the Dr. John/Rickie Lee Jones version of "Makin' Whoopee."
My shoulder is all taped up now. It's the same kind of tape that beach volleyball player had on her shoulder at the Olympics. I'm trying to pretend it makes me look sporty.
Karaoke hurts.
I'm CERTAIN you look sporty, Hil!
Makes me think of the Cymbalta commercial.
"But who does it hurt? It hurts professional sound designers..."
Sox, that situation totally sucks. I don't think you two are liable AT ALL, as things sold on C'list should totally be a "sold as is" scenario.