While we wait for results to come in, have some fun with this one.
My own entry: “Tonight we dance the forbidden dance. Tonight we dance… the Lambada!”
What am I today? Russian and Roman. I’ve got Russian hands and Roman fingers.
“Who will blink first?” (keep watching)
So Hillary, would you like to bake cookies for me in the White House Kitchen?
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, What?
“I know you are, but what am I?”
(said by both at the same time)
“I will feed from your lifeless corpse”
Crash Davis: After 12 years in the minor leagues, I don’t try out. Besides, uh, I don’t believe in quantum physics when it comes to matters of the heart.
Annie Savoy: What do you believe in, then?
As the hushed crowd watched, the t-1000 terminator faced the T-X for what seemed like the one hundredth time.
“It was you, Fredo. It was always you.”
You had me at ‘tax the wealthy.’
Hillary: I never noticed how thin your lips are… very kissable.
Obama: I never noticed how wrinkled your neck is… eeeew.
Hilly: “You don’t bring me flowers”
Obama: “You don’t sing me love songs”
Together: *Sigh* “You don’t bring me flowers … annnny moooore!!”
rbj: According to my 10-year-old, the correct response is “Jinx, you owe me a soda”.
Of course, that would only work if either of those two actually knew what a soda was…or knew where to get one. I don’t think they have them at Whole Foods and she might have trouble finding them at the convience store, since she had all that trouble with the coffee machine.
Becky, back when I was 10 (33 years ago) it was simply “Jinx.” I guess times change.
Maybe it should be “Jinx, you owe me arugula.”
“You’re a crazy old woman, you know that, right?”
“You’ll get there…”
“Kiss me, you fool …”
Why can’t I quit you?
Lurker coming out of the woodwork here. Nonetheless. NikFromNYC, what the hell was that? Was that necessary? Because it sure wasn’t funny. Can we get a ruling on the use of The N-Word? Because if you’re going to use that kind of language, then I guess I’d better self-identify: Hi,I’m a Mick Papist and how are you? None of that kind of language is okay, none of it, not in any context, not in a comments section and not in conversation IRL. In fact, it’s like you just strutted into the blog owner’s house and defecated on the kitchen table. Like some horrible little rodent. Are you some kind of troll trying to smear the Vodka Pundit or what? Were you trying to be funny? I hate coming out of the woodwork, but this is beyond the pale.
I apologize for the length of this, but nothing less than the whole song can do.
“Waltz For Eva And Che” From “Evita”
Tell me before I waltz out of your life
Before turning my back on the past
Forgive my impertinent behavior
But how long do you think this pantomime can last?
Tell me before I ride off in the sunset
There’s one thing I never got clear
How can you claim you’re our savior
When those who oppose you are stepped on,
Or cut up, or simply disappear?
Tell me before you get onto your bus
Before joining the forgotten brigade
How can one person like me, say,
Alter the time-honored way the game is played?
Tell me before you get onto your high horse
Just what you expect me to do
I don’t care what the bourgeoisie say
I’m not in business for them
But to give all my descamisados
A magical moment or two
[Che and Eva:]
There is evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
So what are my chances of honest advances?
I’d say low
Better to win by admitting my sin
Than to lose with a halo
Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
And thereby restore self-esteem
How can you be so short-sighted
To look never further than this week or next week
To have no impossible dream?
Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines
And mark your adieu with three cheers
But first tell me who’d be delighted
If I said I’d take on the world’s greatest problems
From war to pollution, no hope of solution
Even if I lived for one hundred years
So go, if you’re able, to somewhere unstable
And stay there
Whip up your hate in some tottering state
But not here, dear
Is that clear, dear?
Oh what I’d give for a hundred years
But the physical interferes
Every day more, O my Creator
What is the good of the strongest heart
In a body that’s falling apart?
A serious flaw, I hope You know that
” NikFromNYC, what the hell was that?”
A non politically correct response on the web site of the blogger who called, state-for-state, the last election or two. Ever watch HBO or the Comedy Channel? I didn’t think so.
“Now I have you by the short and curlies!!”
Both and in a hushed at once!!
That’s a non sequitur. (“Non sequitur” is Latin for “Whackadoo ramble that has nothing to do with anything”.) If that’s your One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest way of making an apology, then you’re going to have to translate it into English BEFORE you decide to unfold your tiny little mind to the world.
“Different city, same drill, big boy. Hilton Hotel, room 241, 3pm.”
Says Obama to Hillary:
“Here’s to lookin at you kid.”
“Call me at 3 am …”
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