Well, after last nights mark-a-thon I have been very unproductive today. Not hung over. Much. But not motivated either. Was scrolling through my iTunes Library to see which of my album titles amused/interested me:
I like these ones, in no particular order:
A grand don't come for free
Back in the DHSS
Dear Catastrophe waitress
Do you like my tight sweater?
Wrong town, wrong planet, three hours late.
Fold your arms child, you walk like a peasant
Fresh fruit for rotting vegetables
Faded seaside glamour
Luminate yer heid
Push barman to open old wounds
Son of evil reindeer
The acoustic motorbike
Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not.
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Favourites:
Listened to the storytelling genius of Ed Hammell while I was searching. I love most of the songs on Choochtown but 'when bobby comes down' always makes me smile
...There was me, there was Bobby there was little Chooch and Tim
Chooch is alright, you can always count on him
Bobby can be cool when he's hangin out in here
If he gets too high and goes out, then thats when things get weird
So we're going to the Toddle House to get something to eat
The food's pretty good at 3am but this time it was beat
And we're sitting in the booth and to tell you the truth
Bobby's throwing shit around and acting real uncool
And I think its only moments till the manager calls the cops,
when Bobby gets all quiet and down into his eggs he drops
He passes out at the table, wakes up and heaves
There's vomit all over the counter so he pays the check and leaves
And he's almost to the corner, when out comes the waiter
And Bobby says 'get the fuck off me man I wasn't sick until I ate here.'
And Bobby smacks the waiter and theres blood all down his nose.
And Chooch says hang with Bobby, man, that's just the way it goes
Well, Bobby feels bad, from what I can guess,
'Cos the next day he sends a mop to the Toddle House, UPS
And he lights a big fat one and stretches his legs
And says 'man, I gotta learn not to put that chilli on my eggs'
Absolute class!
Same story from Chooch's point of view also on the CD
I like these ones, in no particular order:
A grand don't come for free
Back in the DHSS
Dear Catastrophe waitress
Do you like my tight sweater?
Wrong town, wrong planet, three hours late.
Fold your arms child, you walk like a peasant
Fresh fruit for rotting vegetables
Faded seaside glamour
Luminate yer heid
Push barman to open old wounds
Son of evil reindeer
The acoustic motorbike
Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not.
Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot
Favourites:
Listened to the storytelling genius of Ed Hammell while I was searching. I love most of the songs on Choochtown but 'when bobby comes down' always makes me smile
...There was me, there was Bobby there was little Chooch and Tim
Chooch is alright, you can always count on him
Bobby can be cool when he's hangin out in here
If he gets too high and goes out, then thats when things get weird
So we're going to the Toddle House to get something to eat
The food's pretty good at 3am but this time it was beat
And we're sitting in the booth and to tell you the truth
Bobby's throwing shit around and acting real uncool
And I think its only moments till the manager calls the cops,
when Bobby gets all quiet and down into his eggs he drops
He passes out at the table, wakes up and heaves
There's vomit all over the counter so he pays the check and leaves
And he's almost to the corner, when out comes the waiter
And Bobby says 'get the fuck off me man I wasn't sick until I ate here.'
And Bobby smacks the waiter and theres blood all down his nose.
And Chooch says hang with Bobby, man, that's just the way it goes
Well, Bobby feels bad, from what I can guess,
'Cos the next day he sends a mop to the Toddle House, UPS
And he lights a big fat one and stretches his legs
And says 'man, I gotta learn not to put that chilli on my eggs'
Absolute class!
Same story from Chooch's point of view also on the CD
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Option #2 won't work cuz she knows it's a lie. It is funny though.
I do like #3. Maybe I could send her emails showing cheap fares as a hint. And links to Vegas wedding chapels - "this one's cute, and the Elvis minister isn't that fat...And you get a free bouquet!"