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Saturday, September 03, 2005
She Was Dark And Discreet, She Was Light On Her Feet
A few pics from yesterday. I didn't actually get any from the New Wave or Khyber--too many freaking people, bad light, bad angles, and I was pre-occupied.
Hey, upyernoz, act natural! (I'd be afraid to post this, but my fellow Liberal Coalition blogger's going to be out of the country for a coupla weeks, so I think I can get away with it.)
It was bad enough that The Kenosha Kid kicked my ass in pool, but a hyper 5-year old? Shameful...
I'll bet I could beat her at pool: she can barely walk without help from her big sister and watertiger!
Duncan makes sure he has all his drink tickets. They were more valuable than gasoline.
Athenae laughs at something witty. Hardly surprising, given how witty Atriots are.
Can you believe it? We have a fucking Benedictine monk in our midst. Hard habit to break...
ntodd
PS--Anybody who gets the post title wins 10,000 quatloos.
PPS--NTodd's Pa is not eligible to participate in the contest.
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The Travelling Wilburys, "Last Night"
Posted by: Jim | Sep 4, 2005 12:08:24 AM
Last Night
(found at http://www.wilburys.info/lyrics.html)
She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The party's just beginning she said, it's your money or you life
Last night, talking about last night
Now I'm back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Posted by: Ralph | Sep 4, 2005 2:44:43 AM
So... does that Rasputin-lookin' fellow actually have an online computer journal (or "blog")...?
And does he actually "fuck" or is that just your colorful ejaculation ("to utter suddenly and vehemently" as it were)?
Posted by: Darryl Pearce | Sep 4, 2005 2:48:41 AM
I don't get to have ANY fun....It's not fair!
Posted by: NTodd's Pa | Sep 4, 2005 7:10:17 AM
!
just you wait til i get back from syria.
Posted by: upyernoz | Sep 4, 2005 3:45:02 PM
Aww, c'mon, 'noz. It's a good shot. Someone should nominate you for that Hunky Blogger award that NTodd won.
Posted by: Michael | Sep 4, 2005 4:54:33 PM
Buy me stuff off my 
