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Scooter, can you guess which one? Anyone?
Miss Wonkette is a funny gal. Talk about kicking a man when he is down:
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5. Tried to take out frustrations on family dog and got bitten.
4. Got frustrated and kicked office safe after learning combination changed.
3. Tripped down basement stairs while carrying documents to home shredder.
2. Transparently faking injury in hopeless sympathy plea.
1. Twisted ankle in shower portion of prison orientation tour.
UPDATE: That didn't take long! K. Richards correctly guessed the Rolling Stones song title challenge. ANSWER: In comments
Scooter, can you guess which one? Anyone?
Miss Wonkette is a funny gal. Talk about kicking a man when he is down:
Top 5 reasons Libby on crutches
5. Tried to take out frustrations on family dog and got bitten.
4. Got frustrated and kicked office safe after learning combination changed.
3. Tripped down basement stairs while carrying documents to home shredder.
2. Transparently faking injury in hopeless sympathy plea.
1. Twisted ankle in shower portion of prison orientation tour.
UPDATE: That didn't take long! K. Richards correctly guessed the Rolling Stones song title challenge. ANSWER: In comments
posted by Patrick J. Fitzgerald at 10/26/2005
9 Comments:
this one, Pat?
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
And my lover Gannon's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street
DC
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on Pennsylvania Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered.
Shattered
Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough,
tough!
You got rats on the southeast side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Washington
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Bush, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter
HA! Try again.
My guess is Sympathy for The Devil!
BINGO! This song holds a special place in my heart since it was playing when I lost my virginity in 9th grade to a senior from Cardinal Spellman in the Bronx.
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
I was kind of hoping you were thinking of "Blinded By Rainbows" off of Voodoo Lounge. Oh, well.
Personally, I think you're just being mean. I mean, it's already embarrassing enough to be on crutches, with everyone in the office snickering behind my back because the boss wrote an office-wide email from his secure, undisclosed location (the Champagne room at Scores... oops, did I just 'disclose' that?) suggesting that I'd slipped on some excess KY, but now I've got you making mean blogspot posts about me.
Karl did suggest that I find someone to make an ad comparing you to some sort of animal, but all the cool animals are already taken (rottweillers, skunks, etc)... except for dolphins, but nobody can think of a way that dolphins are bad.
I thought for SURE it was this one LOL! What was I thinking??? -H.
She comes in colors ev'rywhere!
She combs her hair!
She's like a rainbow!
Coming, colors in the air!
Oh, everywhere!
She comes in colors!
I guess Scooter must have trippid over his tongue!
Dickie bit Scooter!
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