There Goes My Hero...
...watch her as she goes.
BTW, I can't understand why Lindsay with all her millions, didn't have a certain Prodigy song remixed in retaliation to the remarks that a friend of the squirrel's made. It wouldn't be that hard to take the 'kräch sound out of "cause," "ire" and no...it would be hard to get the "ch," but I bet she could have an engineer work it out.
Then everytime Paris shows up at anywhere in public, Lindsay could have a cat with a boombox follow her and play...
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me crotch...fire!
Fire
Fire
Fire
Cause you know that I can
BTW, I can't understand why Lindsay with all her millions, didn't have a certain Prodigy song remixed in retaliation to the remarks that a friend of the squirrel's made. It wouldn't be that hard to take the 'kräch sound out of "cause," "ire" and no...it would be hard to get the "ch," but I bet she could have an engineer work it out.
Then everytime Paris shows up at anywhere in public, Lindsay could have a cat with a boombox follow her and play...
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two, they'd call me crotchfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me crotch...fire!
Fire
Fire
Fire
Cause you know that I can
Labels: The Relevance of Paris
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 1:58 PM
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Hmm, this kind of makes me want to put together a mix CD for Paris, Lindsay and Britney. Or as Best Week Ever calls them collectively, Paritney Spohan.
"We Didn't Start the Crotch-Fire," Billy Joel
"The Muff is on Fire," Bloodhound Gang
"Burnin' Thigh," Bad Company
And uh, I don't know, "Fire Woman," The Cult
I ran out of ideas.
"Paritney Spohan?"
Interesting, it sounds like a character on one of the lesser Star Trek TV series.
Oh, great, now I got that damn Billy Joel song stuck in my head. You know song is the real reason Christie kicked his ass to the curb.
"The Muff is on Fire," Bloodhound Gang"
We really "don't need no Raid," just a cellphone with a camera everytime she sits on the toilet.
"I ran out of ideas."
That was a pretty good run, though I can't believe you left out "Fire (Crotch)" by The Ohio Players.
I am not up on my Yankee pop culture, but I prefer the phrase:
'Crotch Fruit'
referring to children.
That's just me though.
Sterculian,
Welcome!
"'Crotch Fruit'
referring to children. That's just me though."
Interesting. When Katie asks how Procrastinator Junior is doing, she says "how's the fruit of your loins?"
My sister, the proud bearer of 5 'visitations from heaven not totally unlike the plague of toads', refers to them as the "Spawn of Satan". Curious as her husband is a gentle and weary man.
Glad to be here. Permission to come aboard, Captain?
Strerculian,
"My sister, the proud bearer of 5 'visitations from heaven not totally unlike the plague of toads', refers to them as the "Spawn of Satan". Curious as her husband is a gentle and weary man."
As my mother-in-law will testify, five mild-mannered children can still add up to two difficult ones. It depends on the phases.
"Glad to be here. Permission to come aboard, Captain?"
Aye, tote that barge! Trim the misinmast and...hell if I know...
she is so my hero, too!!! brilliant. I love that she did that. yahooo.
Katie-lah,
She is brilliant and grounded, she's got a lot of her father in her.
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