A Christmas Poem By Dave Barry (First published in the Miami Herald in 1995)
'Twas the night before ChristmasOr Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever religious holiday your particular family unit celebrates at this time of year via mass retail purchases
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except Dad, who was stirring his third martini in a losing effort to remain in a holiday mood as he attempted to assemble a toy for his 9-year-old son, Bobby
It was a highly complex toy
A toy that Dad did not even begin to grasp the purpose of
A toy that cost more than Dad's first car
A toy that was advertised relentlessly on TV with a little statement in the corner of the TV screen that said ``SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED''
Which was like saying that the Titanic sustained ``some water damage''
Because this toy had more parts than the Space Shuttle
And speaking of space, Dad was now convinced that extraterrestrial life did indeed exist
Because the assembly instructions were clearly written by beings from another galaxy
And these beings insisted on Phillips screwdrivers
And Dad could not find his Phillips screwdriver
In fact, he was wondering who ``Phillips'' was
And why he needed a different kind of screwdriver from everybody else
That was the festive holiday thought that Dad was thinking as he took a slug from his martini and attempted to attach Part 3047-b to Part 3047-c Using a steak knife
But other than that, not a creature was stirring in the house
Although Mom was definitely stirring OUT of the house
Mom was at the Toys ``R'' Us store
In fact, this was the fifth Toys ``R'' Us store that Mom had been to that night
In her desperate quest to find the one thing that their 5-year-old daughter, Suzy, wanted this holiday season
It was, of course, a Barbie doll
But not just ANY Barbie doll
It had to be the new model Abdominals Barbie
The one who came with her own little pink stomach-muscle-exercise device
It was the hottest Barbie doll of all this holiday season
Every girl age 3 through 12 in the entire United States HAD to have it
Or her holiday season would be RUINED
And so of course the Mattel Corporation
Which is run by evil trolls from hell
Had manufactured exactly eight units of this doll
And the very last one in the world was in this particular Toys ``R'' Us
Which means that the odds were against Mom Because on this same festive night thousands of other frantic parents had converged on this same store
Kind of like the flesh-eating zombies in the movie Night of the Living Dead
Only less ethical
The store was a war zone
Mom had to fight her way into the doll aisle
Where, wielding a Tonka Truck like a club She claimed her prize
And then, trailed by a screaming mob of rival parents
She raced from the store, leaped into her car and roared out of the parking lot
Barely missing the Salvation Army person
She raced back to the house, burst through the front door and staggered into the family room
Where she found Dad
Actually she found Dad's feet
The rest of Dad was under the sofa
A strange gurgling sound was coming from down there
Dad, now on his fifth martini
Was trying to strangle the dog
Which, Dad was convinced, had eaten Part 8675-y
And just at that very moment
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
That Dad let go of the dog
And he and Mom went to the window to see what was the matter
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Claus, yelling the names of reindeer
"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Vixen! Now . . . Umm . . . Now . . . Dancer!''
"He already said Dancer,'' observed Dad
"He can't remember them all,'' said Mom
"I think one of them is Pluto,'' said Dad
"Wasn't Pluto the guy who was always fighting with Popeye?'' said Mom
"You're thinking of Bluto,'' said Dad
"Now . . . Umm . . . Now Flicka!'' said Santa
"Flicka was a horse, that I DO know,'' said Mom
"Do you think the reindeer are wrecking the lawn?'' said Dad
"They're going up on the roof,'' said Mom
"Like hell they are,'' said Dad, who had recently spent $875 on shingle repair
But before he could yell at St. Nicholas to stop Down the chimney the jolly elf came with a plop
He had a broad face and a round little belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
Which was pretty gross
"What's so funny?'' asked Dad
"You two,'' said St. Nick. "Why are you getting all upset about toys? The holiday season isn't about material possessions!''
"Do you have kids?'' asked Mom
"Well, no,'' said Santa
"Hah,'' said Mom
"But I am beloved by children the world over,'' said Santa
"Well,'' said Dad, "you won't be beloved by our son if I can't assemble this toy''
�What seems to be the problem?'' said Santa, coming over to have a look
"I'm stuck on Step 824,'' said Dad
"Who wrote these instructions?'' asked Santa. "Martians?''
"Apparently,'' said Dad
"I used to be pretty good with tools,'' said Santa. "Hand me that steak knife''
"Sure,'' said Dad. "Care for a martini?''
"Heck yes,'' said Santa
And so he went to work
And after a while Mom and Dad, exhausted, went to bed
Leaving old St. Nick in the family room
He said some pretty unsaintly words
But he eventually got Bobby's toy assembled
And although he spent so much time that he was unable to visit the rest of the little boys and girls in North America
Not to mention South America, Europe, Asia and Africa
This particular household had a very happy Christmas morning indeed
When Suzy came downstairs and saw Abdominals Barbie
And Bobby came downstairs and saw his incredibly complex toy
Which he broke in under four minutes
A new holiday record
But it was still a festive day
Especially when Mom and Dad told the fantastic story of their late-night visitor
Which, at first, the kids did not believe
In fact, even Mom and Dad were not 100 percent sure it had happened
Until Dad got out the ladder
And one by one they climbed up to the roof And there they saw it . . .
As real as life . . .
A Holiday Miracle . . .
Reindeer poop.
(And $1,097.36 worth of shingle damage.)
THE END

Okay.. I'm here.. even if I have to play by myself.
Always On My Mind
[Pet Shop Boys]
Dropkick Me, Jesus, Through The Goalposts of Life
[Bobby Bare] (and no.. that isn't a joke.)
Posted by: Lt. Woman | August 28, 2005 at 05:42 AM
*zips in*
*waves hi to kaf*
Every Day is a Winding Road
[Sheryl Crow]
Posted by: Eleanor | August 28, 2005 at 08:53 AM
Don't Cry for me Argentina
[whoever]
Posted by: slyeyes | August 28, 2005 at 09:29 AM
Ain't No Mountain High Enough
[Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell but definitely not Diana Ross]
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | August 28, 2005 at 09:51 AM
LOL Jeff!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
[Pat Benatar]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | August 28, 2005 at 01:32 PM
Take Me Out To The Ball Game
[Yankees 10, other team 1]
Posted by: Eleanor | August 28, 2005 at 04:00 PM
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.
[ABBA *twitch*]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | August 29, 2005 at 04:45 AM
Going to the Ch... oh, damnit! That's not the song title!
God Only Knows
[The Beach Boys]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | August 31, 2005 at 06:33 AM
I was going to add "Save Me O God, the Swelling Floods" But it sounds like I'm making light, when I don't mean to. So instead:
See You in September
[The Tempos]
Posted by: neophyte | August 31, 2005 at 10:34 PM
Runaway
[Del Shannon]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 01, 2005 at 06:12 AM
Yellow Submarine
[Beatles]
Posted by: Eleanor | September 01, 2005 at 10:46 AM
Eep Opp Ork Ah-Ah (Means I Love You)
[Violent Femmes, from the Jetsons]
What?! It's a song! ...sort of...
Posted by: neophyte | September 01, 2005 at 11:17 AM
You Are The Sunshine Of My Life
[Stevie Wonder]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 01, 2005 at 01:52 PM
Leaving Is the Only Way Out
[Shania Twain]
Posted by: neophyte | September 02, 2005 at 07:54 AM
These Boots Are Made For Walkin'
[Nancy Sinatra]
NOT Jessica Simpson - duh!
Posted by: Eleanor | September 02, 2005 at 02:23 PM
Nightengale
[Norah Jones]
Posted by: Joshkr | September 02, 2005 at 02:53 PM
(Eleanor...the Jessica Simpon video is good with the sound off)
Posted by: Joshkr | September 02, 2005 at 03:16 PM
(The) Eagle and the Hawk
[John Denver]
Posted by: neophyte | September 03, 2005 at 01:41 AM
Killing Me Softly
[Roberta Flack or Luther Vandross]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 03, 2005 at 02:51 PM
Soft and Slow
[Somebody or other whom I've forgotten]
Posted by: neophyte | September 04, 2005 at 10:16 PM
Sweet Potato Pie
[Ray Charles and James Taylor]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 05, 2005 at 04:11 AM
Everywhere
[Fleetwood Mac]
Posted by: Joshkr | September 05, 2005 at 08:36 PM
(wait...the rules are that you use the LAST letter as the first letter of the next song, right?)
Posted by: Joshkr | September 05, 2005 at 08:37 PM
Yes, the last letter... OR the first letter of the last word. For Sweet Potato Pie, you could have used E or P
So, from your Everywhere, I could use the E... or, alternately, I could use the E. Clear?
So, I pick
Emotion
[the Bee Gees]
Posted by: neophyte | September 05, 2005 at 09:02 PM
LOL!!! Glad I could give you so many choices.
New World Man
[RUSH]
Posted by: Joshkr | September 05, 2005 at 09:05 PM
Never Gonna Fall In Love Again
[New Kids On the Block]
Posted by: neophyte | September 06, 2005 at 12:09 AM
Arithmetic
[Brooke Fraser]
links to music samples here if anyone's interested..
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 06, 2005 at 03:58 AM
LOL Joshkr! Of course you would like it with the sound off!
Can't Buy Me Love
[Beatles]
Posted by: Eleanor | September 06, 2005 at 10:16 AM
Love for Sale
[Ace of Bass]
Posted by: neophyte the reneophyted | September 06, 2005 at 04:32 PM
Slice Of Heaven
[Herbs]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 07, 2005 at 06:44 AM
Heaven or Hell
[Willie Nelson]
Posted by: neophyte | September 07, 2005 at 07:15 PM
Love Hurts
[Heart]
Posted by: neophyte | September 09, 2005 at 08:55 AM
Hurts So Good
[John Cougar Mellencamp]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 09, 2005 at 03:22 PM
Good Pain
[Live]
p.s. I'm not a believer in "good" pain. Pain sucks. Just sayin'.
Posted by: neophyte | September 09, 2005 at 05:32 PM
Hey! what happened to my post?!
Take two:
Good Pain
[Live] (I think)
And for the record, pain sucks; there is no such thing as good pain.
Posted by: neophyte | September 09, 2005 at 06:00 PM
Suuuuure, NOW it shows up, a half an hour later. Grrrr.
Posted by: neophyte the disgruntled | September 09, 2005 at 06:02 PM
*hands Neo back her gruntle*
Please Please Me
[Cliff Richard{I think}]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 09, 2005 at 06:17 PM
As soon as I hit post, I realised I had it wrong...
please amend my post to read as follows
*hands Neo back her gruntle*
Please Don't Tease
[Cliff Richard]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 09, 2005 at 06:19 PM
*grunt, grunt*
Yea! I've been re-gruntled!
Posted by: neophyte | September 10, 2005 at 10:29 AM
Having your gruntle and mine was a lot of hard work, Neo. I was so cheery, people were walking up to me in the street and slapping me just for the hell of it.
Take Me To The Mardi Gras
[Paul Simon {at the Shelter from the Storm benefit}]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 10, 2005 at 04:48 PM
oooh, that sounds like fun!
*starts slapping people just for the hell of it*
SLAP!
SLAP!
GRUNT!
Oops, my gruntle seems to have broken loose again; everybody run for your lives!
Posted by: neophyte the slap happy | September 11, 2005 at 01:55 AM
*runs screaming and ducking for cover*
September
[Earth Wind & Fire]
I was going to play "September Morn" by Neil Diamond as my next turn, then I read the lyrics! Verse 1& chorus talks about how they danced as lovers, and the time they spent together... then verse 2 talks about how she's all grown up now!!
WTH is up with that??? If she wasn't all grown up when you first began, it was illegal. And just plain ucky.
/ND Rant
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 11, 2005 at 02:12 PM
Fine; now I have to go look up the lyrics to September Morn!
*searching for SOME way to make it less creepy*
high school lovers reunited several years later perhaps?
Posted by: neophyte | September 11, 2005 at 04:16 PM
and, in honor of 9/11:
Remember
[just about every singer ever has done SOME song with this name]
Posted by: neophyte | September 11, 2005 at 04:18 PM
oh... and
SLAP!
(for those who really deserve it)
Posted by: neophyte | September 11, 2005 at 04:19 PM
*sobs & curls up into teeny tiny ball*
I guess not liking ND is a slappable offense in these parts.
*tries to avoid further slappage*
Rosie, Cracklin'
[Diamond, Neil]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 12, 2005 at 04:38 AM
LOL! Lt. Kaf? Do you have a guilty conscience? The slappage was only for those who really deserved it!
In the Rain, Singin'
[Kelly, Gene]
(do you ever have days when you can't put your finger on the reason, but everything just seems bass ackwards?)
Posted by: neophyte | September 12, 2005 at 09:13 AM
LOL!! Laughing at my backward attempt! I don't know what I was thinking... or where my brain was. I guess I was thinking: heh heh, I said put my finger on it!
Can I call it N the Rain, Singin'? or does that even get me where I want to be?
*gives up*
Nevermind
[Red Hot cHili Peppers]
Posted by: neophyte | September 12, 2005 at 09:24 AM
Dancing in the Dark
[Bruce]
Posted by: Eleanor | September 12, 2005 at 02:55 PM
Mind Games
[John Lennnnnnon]
You two should join judi's board and we can play this game over there. You don't have to really "join", just show up and post.
Crow's Nest
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 12, 2005 at 02:58 PM
Games People Play
[The Alan Parsons Project]
Oh yeah, the best thing to do is immediately MAR (Mark All Read) and then check back later to see what's new. You'll find the active threads more easily that way.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 12, 2005 at 03:01 PM
[Sorry, Eleanor. Your post slipped in on me before I posted....]
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 12, 2005 at 03:02 PM
Neo.. you can google ass backwards and bass ackwards and find some really funny pics. I tried to link to one of each, but apparently I'm comment potted lunch meat.
Dark Side Of The Moon
[Pink Floyd]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 12, 2005 at 03:04 PM
Okay.. I took too long to post.. ignore me and continue please
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 12, 2005 at 03:05 PM
Night and Day (Ella Fitzgerald)
Can anyone play?
Posted by: Zoodle | September 12, 2005 at 03:42 PM
No, zoodle. People without computers, for example, are not able to play.
Posted by: Lab "about time" Specimen | September 12, 2005 at 05:03 PM
Reposting the rules of the game, and the many (many many) variations thereof:
New Rules:
1. We are now posting SONG TITLES
2. You can use either the FIRST LETTER of the last word, or the LAST LETTER
[Note: I think an unlisted variation is the first letter of the first word as well]
3. The, A, An, are OPTIONAL
4. You can use any other rule you can think of
5. There is (pause) NO RULE FIVE
6. You must have FUN
Variations:
Kiss Me Kate (OK... I know it's a musical, and not really a rock song at all. It comes under the exception in Rule 5, Section II, Clause G. Talk to my lawyer.)
Life begins at forty
Fernando (from the beginning of the last word, rule 46, sub-para 8, amendment 49(a) refers....
Bitch (rule 73 subsection X, part 3.7a.. If a song has a really good title you should be able to use it, disregarding all other rules)
[Note: another variation is the song has good lyrics, or the band has a really cool name]
Rule 74, subsection X part 3.7a is specifically designed for when you can't think of a follow-on, but you know the title of a really strange/rude/country song such as "Dropkick me Jesus Through the Goalposts of Life" or "Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in Bed". These songs are also referred to as wildcards. You get one per day if you need it. These do not accumulate if you don't use them.
*new rule* if it's been two weeks since a song was used, (or it's a Taco Cat song) you can use it again. (rule 33 sub section B paragraph 1)
using this rule.. You Don't Know Me
*Using one of the many rule variations, or possibly all of them, or adding a new "Frank Zappa is Like Unto a God?" rule
*invoking Pregnancy Rule*
Posted by: Lab "about time" Specimen | September 12, 2005 at 05:27 PM
Ah. Thanks for clarifying that for me Lab!
Posted by: Zoodle | September 12, 2005 at 07:20 PM
"If Jesus Drove a Motorhome"
[Jim White]
Posted by: Lab "about time" Specimen | September 13, 2005 at 10:36 AM
Yes, it is, Lab! I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore - and yes, it mostly is all about me! :-)
Eight Days a Week
[Beatles]
Annotation: (lawyer talk) If Jesus drove a Motorhome eight days a week, he'd be pretty friggin' tired
Posted by: Eleanor | September 13, 2005 at 12:32 PM
What Have I Done To Deserve This
[Pet Shop Boys]
D'ya think they might be Jewish?
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 13, 2005 at 02:07 PM
So Many Things
[City High]
Posted by: neophyte | September 13, 2005 at 04:02 PM
Stupid
[Sarah McLachlan]
(and why did Lab post If Jesus Drove a Motorhome when the last song was Night & Day. Shouldn't the next one start with either a D or a Y? *Confused*)
Posted by: Zoodle | September 13, 2005 at 08:49 PM
Zoodle, I refer you to the rules...
Rule 74, subsection X part 3.7a is specifically designed for when you can't think of a follow-on, but you know the title of a really strange/rude/country song such as "Dropkick me Jesus Through the Goalposts of Life" or "Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in Bed". These songs are also referred to as wildcards. You get one per day if you need it. These do not accumulate if you don't use them.
That's why Lab posted randomly and he can't do it again until tomorrow (which will be today for you.)
Don't Leave Me This Way
[Communards]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 14, 2005 at 06:33 AM
Which Way Will You Choose
[Randy Travis]
Posted by: neophyte | September 14, 2005 at 08:43 AM
Choose Life
[Ewan McGregor]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 14, 2005 at 01:40 PM
Easy come, easy go
[George Strait]
(Thanks Lt! I did read the rules Lab posted but I guess I missed that somehow.)
Posted by: Zoodle | September 14, 2005 at 04:01 PM
No problem, sweets.
If you go back to Lab's original Moat (which takes forever and a half to load), the rules are there.. we made them up as we went along. So if you find a song you really want to use, and it doesn't fit, you make up a rule to make it fit. Kinda like being President, but with more alcohol and better benefits (I bet he doesn't play strip jello Twister too often...).
One's All The Law Will Allow
[Luke Royer]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 15, 2005 at 06:27 AM
All the Small Things
[blink-182]
Posted by: LabSpecimen | September 15, 2005 at 12:58 PM
Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm ...
[C & C Music Factory]
Since we started naming the artists as well, I've had to do twice as much work, because I know the songs, but hell if I could tell you who sung which song!
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 15, 2005 at 02:38 PM
Monday Mornin' Coming Down
[Kris Kristofferson]
But Kaf, don't you think it's more interesting to see the artist too?? I do :)
Posted by: Eleanor | September 15, 2005 at 04:28 PM
Down
[Blink-182]
Posted by: neophyte | September 16, 2005 at 12:28 AM
I agree, El.. I'm just having a moan about the state of my brain. It could use a good dust. Except the dust just may be what's stopping it from falling apart. After reading that article about the Renee/Kenny split, I just want to use one of his song titles, so I may play a double card tonight.
Well. I'm zonked for the third night running. Only tonight I can go to sleep early, and it doesn't matter if I don't wake up for my alarm, or if I wake early.
*sleeeeeeeeep*
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 16, 2005 at 05:44 AM
Sorry.. my brain went to fuzz.. I thought I was on the Nuked Meat Moat.
Never On A Sunday
[Nana Mouskouri] (I know I played this recently enouh, but I need the 's)
She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy
[Kenny Chesney]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 16, 2005 at 05:53 AM
You Don't
[Tricky]
Posted by: neophyte | September 16, 2005 at 09:23 PM
Don't Go Breaking My Heart
[Elton John]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 17, 2005 at 01:02 AM
The Heart of the Matter
[Don Henley]
Posted by: Eleanor | September 17, 2005 at 07:13 PM
Matter of Time
[Berlin]
Posted by: neophyte | September 17, 2005 at 08:36 PM
Time In A Bottle
[Jim Croce]
Posted by: Not Me, I Would Never Say Something Like This | September 18, 2005 at 01:16 AM
Bottle of Blues
[Beck]
Posted by: neophyte | September 18, 2005 at 06:50 PM
Blue Eyed Blue
[Eric Clapton]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 19, 2005 at 04:33 AM
hmmmm, seems I should list all the pirate songs here. But it's too much work.
Posted by: Dead Pirate Neophyte | September 19, 2005 at 12:25 PM
Bluebeard
[Combustible Edison]
Posted by: Dead Pirate Neophyte | September 19, 2005 at 11:42 PM
Did I Shave My Legs For This?
[Deana Carter]
Posted by: Lt. Slashin' Calla Bellamy | September 20, 2005 at 03:06 AM
This May Be the Last Time
[The Staple Singers]
Posted by: neophyte | September 20, 2005 at 10:52 PM
Time After Time
[Cyndi Lauper]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 21, 2005 at 06:09 AM
And.. because I'm really nice and I realise I shouldn't keep leaving things hanging while appearing to make a move...
Every Time You Go Away
[Paul Young]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 21, 2005 at 06:14 AM
You Better Go Now
[Billie Holliday]
Posted by: neophyte | September 21, 2005 at 08:21 AM
Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?
[Paula Cole]
On a personal note: I wish I knew the answer *sigh*
Posted by: Eleanor | September 21, 2005 at 07:44 PM
Eleanor, you asked where all the cowboys have gone?
From what I gathered when I googled, I think they are all off modeling for g@y p0rn. Just sayin'.
Posted by: neophyte | September 21, 2005 at 08:35 PM
Ever since she launched her incredibly successful "Save a Horse. Ride A Cowboy" campaign, most of the cowboys I've seen have been in Wolfie's Den. She keeps em out back, though. She'll share if you ask reeeeeal nice.
Going Away To College
[Blink 182]
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 22, 2005 at 04:28 AM
College Horny Dog
[John Leguizamo]
Posted by: neophyte | September 22, 2005 at 06:17 PM
Dog Poop On The Pillow (Where Your Sweet Head Used To Be)
[don't know, couldn't find it on Google.. ]
Ain't it always the way.. you kick one piece of **** out of your bed and someone deposits another.
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 23, 2005 at 05:29 AM
Tell me you made that up, Kat. Tell me that isn't real. But if it is, do I go with pillow or be?
Posted by: neophyte | September 23, 2005 at 01:12 PM
Wanna know the title of a song done by some guy singer that Tom likes but right this second I can't remember who the hell that guy is? It's very similar to the dog poop on the pillow song. Similar but different.
Posted by: rita | September 23, 2005 at 01:58 PM
Neo.. I Googled Dog+Song Title... That song (which I presume is real), is on a list of best/worst country western song titles.. but I couldn't find the artist. By then it came under the exception rule for song titles that you feel you really have to use. So I did. I'll see if I can make it a little easier on everyone...
Pillow Talk
[Nina Hagen]
Rita.. don't have a clue which song you're talking about. Try the country western song database though.. it might be in there.. or google the artist name when you remember it.. or if Tom does.
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 23, 2005 at 04:07 PM
LOL Now I'm waiting to hear who Tom likes and what hte title of the song is! And Kaf I can't believe that's a title. That has to be the best worst title I've heard (not herd) for a song I haven't heard.
Posted by: neophyte mbe lp | September 23, 2005 at 04:15 PM
and my contribution:
Talk Dirty to the DJs
[Mercedes]
Posted by: neophyte | September 23, 2005 at 04:19 PM
Neo.. just for you
Posted by: Lt. Woman | September 23, 2005 at 07:27 PM
I want to write country songs.
Posted by: neophyte | September 23, 2005 at 09:25 PM