so you think you know what’s going on inside her head you think she wants your money but it’s you she wants instead you think you gotta keep me iced you don’t you think i’m gonna spend your cash i won’t well, honey it ain’t your money, cause baby i got plenty of that i love you for your pink cadillac! rowr!
Love? Please. I’ve been in love all of once. God help me, I will never love another. He owns my heart even now. I cannot imagine that it will ever matter, in this world, or any other, to him, or to me, or at all. But suddenly it seems that things should be said…
How long ’til I stop hearing every plane that flies over? ‘Til the sound of thunder doesn’t make me stop and listen more carefully, just to be sure?
The creepiest thing about this Nostradamus email that’s going around isn’t that it’s a real quatrain (it’s not - go here for the closest actual text). It’s that a guy named Neil Marshall wrote it in 1990, in a college essay, as an example of why we shouldn’t trust the skewed translations of Nostradamus, which can be interpreted to mean practically anything.
Don’t get us wrong. You don’t have to side with us. Just understand, some of us are watching. And right now, if you aren’t with us, you’re against us. And we’re taking names.
Fools. Were you trying to hurt us? All you did was piss us off. You just made two whole generations into patriots. We didn’t even know what the word meant. But we do now…
I was griping about what a horrible reputation these sick fucks are giving the rest of the Moslems in the world. They should be furious! I have spent a reasonable amount of time in the Middle East, as I find it one of the most beautiful places on Earth, and no one has *ever* behaved badly toward me. At worst, they are standoffish. At best, they have been kind, generous, funny, and above all curious.
Orrin Hatch said it best, and I’m sick of seeing it misquoted.
“We’re going to find out who did this and we’re going to inter the bastards.”
God Bless America.
I was driving to work this morning, and saw an suv in front of me with two bumper stickers. They were the oval, country label kind (D for Germany, IRL for Ireland, etc). One said “BNL” and the other said “DMB.” In retrospect, I figure they stand for “Dave Matthews Band” and “Barenaked Ladies,” but at the time, I thought, “Dumb and Banal. What a statement…”