someone at the MS tourism board should be fired for this sentence: we actually enjoy watching movies and television or listening to the radio to see how many mississippians we can identify. who needs hog callin' when you've got that? no wonder rangel can't imagine anyone living in MS when the best ad copy they can muster essentially says mississippi: the state where world-class talent knows not to live and is slapped on a wanted poster of escaped celebs.
on the pop music tip, i just misread the title of an article on Google's news page. This is what I thought was written (refreshing in its unabashed candor):
"Bilge, Timberlake lead Grammy Nominations"
funny what happens when one transposes two harmless letters.
all Dread Pirate all the time (thats what i feel like with all these random posts)
Most Underappreciated/Unfortunately Named album of the last 5 years:
_Let Go_ by Nada Surf.
Underappreciated because some of the songs are just gorgeous (tho one shouldn't go so far as to place it on any "best of-best of" lists as there are certainly some clunker lines in there as well.
Unfortunately named because 6 months before it was released another artist was enjoying tremendous success with an album of the exact same name. That artist?: Avril Lavigne.
always thought i was less ashlee and more avril- albeit roughly two feet taller. but then that was before the black hair, which put me firmly in ashlee territory.
oh honey, you won't be beaten for that. and as usual i have a wealth of knowledge i'm just dying to share: the king was born in a cardboard shack two exits outside of tupelo, mississippi. he was dirt poor and made his singing debut at the tupelo fair, where he was laughed at because of his overalls. thus, the presleys fled to the safe and glorious confines of the memphis bluffs, where they continued to be poor and wear ill-fitting clothing for a few more years until the king made a random recording that struck it big and they were able to move to the burbs. buy a house with a pool and wear clothes that were rightly sized. they left behind in MS a bunch of hoodlum relatives, one of whom became sheriff and was eventually shot. but, because the king made his singing debut at that stupid fair where he was persecuted for his overalls- MS likes to brag on him and throw parades and commemorative festivals outside the presley cardboard shack every now and again. so memphis and MS split the difference- memphis is the birthplace of rock 'n roll while MS is the birthplace of the king. but, of course, memphis is so much better!
okay, so i exaggerated a teeny bit on the cardboard, but it's hella' small and flimsy looking. like someone pitched a tent and then tried to make it a little more permanent.
on the specials front- there was this bill bixby-hosted special that aired on tv in the late 80s when we were in ATL. it was called elvis, where are you? and had a companion book and tape with actual voice recordings that convinced eight-year-old me that elvis was alive and living in kalamazoo, michigan. my susceptibility to completely irrational ideas is sometimes rather frightful.
fablous that you didn't dare break the rules and instead relocated your compliant to this post. forgive me dear pirate, but sex by fire had led to defecation, which seemed a pretty clear indicator that we'd distilled all the good that could come from that subject. at times like these we must ask ourselves: what would cosbO do?
and meggie love, wanna talk this weekend? work is kicking my ass and the cold weather has had me laying catatonic under twenty-seven blankets, which makes communication tres difficult. tomorrows perhaps? from the looks of it, you have things to report and fashions to be discussed.
I have ball tomorrow. It's an all day affair to try to get me to look presentable. But I might have some free time around noonish? Fashions definately need to be discussed.
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someone at the MS tourism board should be fired for this sentence: we actually enjoy watching movies and television or listening to the radio to see how many mississippians we can identify. who needs hog callin' when you've got that? no wonder rangel can't imagine anyone living in MS when the best ad copy they can muster essentially says mississippi: the state where world-class talent knows not to live and is slapped on a wanted poster of escaped celebs.
your oline is annoyed.
and how old is that picture of pprah? ha!
I like how Mississippi has so many athletes that go out and become great in the big leagues, but there is no Major League team for Mississippi.
wow. i love my weird oprah typo.
pretty sure pprah is a type of fish.
also, is there a word for inexplicable terror of LeAnn Rimes? I just got myself a fresh batch of the creeping jibblies.
on the pop music tip, i just misread the title of an article on Google's news page. This is what I thought was written (refreshing in its unabashed candor):
"Bilge, Timberlake lead Grammy Nominations"
funny what happens when one transposes two harmless letters.
you are just Gross WordsO today. jibblies and bilge. blech.
all Dread Pirate all the time
(thats what i feel like with all these random posts)
Most Underappreciated/Unfortunately Named album of the last 5 years:
_Let Go_ by Nada Surf.
Underappreciated because some of the songs are just gorgeous (tho one shouldn't go so far as to place it on any "best of-best of" lists as there are certainly some clunker lines in there as well.
Unfortunately named because 6 months before it was released another artist was enjoying tremendous success with an album of the exact same name. That artist?: Avril Lavigne.
always thought i was less ashlee and more avril- albeit roughly two feet taller. but then that was before the black hair, which put me firmly in ashlee territory.
yay for nada and all dread pirate all the time!
I may be beaten for this, but wasn't Elvis from Tennessee?
oh honey, you won't be beaten for that. and as usual i have a wealth of knowledge i'm just dying to share: the king was born in a cardboard shack two exits outside of tupelo, mississippi. he was dirt poor and made his singing debut at the tupelo fair, where he was laughed at because of his overalls. thus, the presleys fled to the safe and glorious confines of the memphis bluffs, where they continued to be poor and wear ill-fitting clothing for a few more years until the king made a random recording that struck it big and they were able to move to the burbs. buy a house with a pool and wear clothes that were rightly sized. they left behind in MS a bunch of hoodlum relatives, one of whom became sheriff and was eventually shot. but, because the king made his singing debut at that stupid fair where he was persecuted for his overalls- MS likes to brag on him and throw parades and commemorative festivals outside the presley cardboard shack every now and again. so memphis and MS split the difference- memphis is the birthplace of rock 'n roll while MS is the birthplace of the king. but, of course, memphis is so much better!
Cardboard? OMG! Did I ever tell you about the BBC special "He's three people; he's Jessie, he's Jessico, and he's Elvis..."?
okay, so i exaggerated a teeny bit on the cardboard, but it's hella' small and flimsy looking. like someone pitched a tent and then tried to make it a little more permanent.
tell me about the BBC special!!
on the specials front- there was this bill bixby-hosted special that aired on tv in the late 80s when we were in ATL. it was called elvis, where are you? and had a companion book and tape with actual voice recordings that convinced eight-year-old me that elvis was alive and living in kalamazoo, michigan. my susceptibility to completely irrational ideas is sometimes rather frightful.
I cannot BELEIVE I have neglected to tell you about the BBC special. You will absolutely die. It must be done in person.
oooh. now we have an excuse to t-minus...
t-minus 2.5!
so you are just shutting down the thread on your 'sex by the fire' posting are you? I think that's a bit rude don't you? well i never.
fablous that you didn't dare break the rules and instead relocated your compliant to this post. forgive me dear pirate, but sex by fire had led to defecation, which seemed a pretty clear indicator that we'd distilled all the good that could come from that subject. at times like these we must ask ourselves: what would cosbO do?
and i'm not quite sure what "fablous" means.
who knows what it means, but since i've been asleep all day - i get to back track. i think Let Go & Nada Surf are both fablous!
and to relocate this - one better than "junk in the trunk" is "i like that wagon you're draggin'!"
our lives would be so different if that'd been your opening line...
Check your email sweetheart. You are simply "fablous".
I've never been a big fan of "junk in the trunk" ever since Sisqo's Thong Song. Not the exact same lyric but eerily similar.
clearly i save that gem for use after my initial overture.
wise move!
and meggie love, wanna talk this weekend? work is kicking my ass and the cold weather has had me laying catatonic under twenty-seven blankets, which makes communication tres difficult. tomorrows perhaps? from the looks of it, you have things to report and fashions to be discussed.
I have ball tomorrow. It's an all day affair to try to get me to look presentable. But I might have some free time around noonish? Fashions definately need to be discussed.
its tres dificile. and the only thing one really needs to keep warm in such times is Pprah, in show or magazine form, it doesn't matter.
ah pprah.
its like a palindrome (sp?)
actually, given my excellent command of Piratian dialect:
Har! Pprah! (avast yee landlubbers and so forth)
i'm glad this typo was able to take on such a life all its own.
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