who dat? contest.
(yo stee. i know
tupperware-selling folk-singing lesbian
first correct answer:
lori shriner - check out the link to her bad-ass chick rock band. if you live in nyc, go see them.
left column not sure anyone understand anymore.
Oh good Christ I'm busy today. I'm listening to Helmet right now to make my nervous/busy shaking at least seem like I'm sit-slamdancing to the music.
So, I was reading the trades, and noticed a page I usually skip over: Syndication. And in reading this, I was shocked by the National Standings - basically the Top 10 Syndicated show on television. Syndication is big business, but sort of the retarded sister of network TV. It is reruns and game shows and talk shows and entertainment magazines and crap like Xena and shit. You know what it is. You know the vibe. You know who watches it. I watch the entertainment magazines occasionally, and the sitcom reruns, but that's about it. As I said before, I grew up on the syndicated runs of old The Odd Couple episodes, and MASH, and Cheers. Now there is The Simpsons and Friends.
10 - The Jerry Springer Show.
9 - Frasier.
8 - Wheel of Fortune (weekend).
7 - Seinfeld.
6 - Friends.
5 - Entertainment Tonight.
4 - The Oprah Winfrey Show.
3 - Judge Judy.
2 - Jeopardy!
1 - Wheel of Fortune.
_ _ T H E R _ O O S E
...And she guessed "Father Moose."
Johnny, my love, get out of the business. It makes me wanna rough you up so badly. Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic. Toss you up and pump you full of lead. Johnny, my love, get out of the business. The odds are getting fatter by the minute, that I have got a bright and shiny platter. And I am gonna get your heavy head. I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring. You can rent me by the hour. I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing. Entertainers bring May flowers. So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness. Now all we gotta do is get a preacher. He can probably skip the "until death" part. 'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead. I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring. You can rent me by the hour. I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing. Entertainers bring May flowers. May flowers. May flowers. To you... speaking of which. One Halloween back in college, I was rooming with a little guy named Scotty. Scotty was one of those not-too-popular kids. Naturally I was running with the fast crowd, as I'm wont to do. So my frat buddies were over one night and Skip said he didn't know what to be for Halloween. I was going as James Dean, of course, and Flip was going as The Big Bopper and Tab had this great Liberace thing - this was before, you know. Anyway, Flip told Scotty that the coolest costume this year, all the rage, was going to be pilgrims. So sure enough, the party was jumping and we were liquored up on some home-brewed hooch, and Scotty showed up wearing this ugly pilgrim thing. We laughed so hard we nearly wet ourselves. (Well... I actually did, but shhhh.) Funny thing is, Scotty ended up going home with my sweetheart, Mandy Manchinovitz. Damn that dirty pilgrim.
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