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December 27, 2013

STAR OF WONDER

A 22-year-old Londonderry woman was arraigned Thursday on a second-degree assault charge, after she allegedly stabbed her father in the chest Christmas Eve during an argument over the location of the Big Dipper.

(Thanks to Samual Sprague)

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"Sleep in heavenly PEACE, m-------r!"

To this day, there are certain subjects that are banned from discussion at the dinner table. We still can't discuss the Vietnam War.

Guess it's time to add astronomy to the list, just to be safer.

How the blazes do you argue about where the big dipper is? Can't you see it?

Are they Sirius?

her dad had just said 'I see a big black hole near uranus'

I can relate - I hate it when guys put stuff away in the wrong place.

So he couldn't find the large ladle in the drawer it is always kept in?

Polarising story.

Star Wars.

He must have had sticker (or stickee, rather) shock.

When the Christmas present telescope goes badly... Next on Fox

As Dave would say, "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"

*Whispering*

Star light, star bright,


The first star I see tonight;

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Off this loser sometime tonight.

Ok, dad, your turn. Just close your eyes ....

Are there stars out tonight?
I don't care
If it's cloudy or bright...
I only want
To hurt yooooooou!

I love it when the Blog Guys get poetic.

they should have gone out into the Londonderry air to look for it

Because Nurse Cindy asked for it, allow me to present my version of An American Dream as not performed by the Nitty-Gritty Dirt Band:


I beg your pardon, daddy, what did you say?
My mind was spacing on some cosmic rays.
It's not that I'm uninterested, you see;
Londonderry, New Hampshire is just no place for me.

I think I'll stab you in the starlight.
Too much meth, plus drinking rum every night.
I've got no bail money, daddy, but I can dream.
You'd better quiet down, we can all hear you scream.

Keep on talking,daddy, can you still hear?
Your blood, it trickles down inside of your ear.
I fear a five-year incarceration this year,
Might be the answer to my hillbilly fear.

I think I'll stab you in the starlight.
Too much meth, plus drinking rum every night.
I've got no bail money, daddy, still I can dream.
You'd better quiet down, we can all hear you scream.

Voila! A trailer-trash dream.
How can I land a man without any means?
When it's as easy as closing my eyes
And dream of WalMart with their big neon sign.

Just keep talking, daddy, I like that sound.
It means you're breathing,
And you're hanging around..
I've got no bail money, daddy, still I can dream.
You'd better quiet down, we can all hear you scream.

Voila! A trailer-trash dream.
How can I land a man without any means?
When it's as easy as closing my eyes
And dream of WalMart with a big neon sign.

I think I'll stab you in the starlight.
Too much meth, my drinking rum every night.
I've got no bail money, daddy, still I can dream.
You'd better quiet down, we can still hear you scream.

Yay!
My hometown finally made it to the blog!

Um....it's in the sky, right?

They could have been arguing about a more serious problem.

Someone's had a little too much Londonderry Air.

Please note that due to political differences with England, the "London" will be dropped.
From this point onward, the song will be known as "DerryAir".

Bravo PirateBoy!

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