I think young Flantzini is going to make lots of friends here.
I am alive and well, brain seems to be functioning a bit better, which means I hope to bore you later on with tales of OJ and Lohan. First, I need a big cup of java and an artery-clogging breakfast sandwich (which reminds me, how fucking freaky is that Burger King "guy"? He recovers fumbles for TDs?). Second, anyone got a generic/sample RFP they want to send GTB? He seems to have something called "work" to do today. Bumming...
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Raaaaaaaaaaaanch!
Update: Thanks to the world wide web for several "suggestions" of RFPs. I must say though, I think I've found a winner.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
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Goin to the chapel
And we're
Gonna get married
Goin to the chapel
And we're
Gonna get maaaaaa-rried
Yep, tomorrow I leave GTB a single man...I'll find some good cut and paste jobs for tomorrow's edition.
TJ, for a man on the verge of marriage, I recommend putting Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" on repeat. Of course, then we'll have to worry about you buggering young men.
By the way, the word I have to type to comment is actually "tjdedmanwlkn". Weird.
And if you can get that so-called "work" done early, I'd like to buy you a beer as my way of sending you off into that blissful meadow we call marriage.
Aren't you busy enough with the Yvan blog? You and your liver are invited to join Burr and I on the other side of the Hill this eve.
Whitney...it's been too long since we raised a glass...be there. Aloha.
And TJ, in addition to the aforementioned Elton John gem, I recommend getting familiar with Chicago's "You're the Inspiration." Just a little sampling tells the tale of the life you two are about to embark on together...
"You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration"
I love that fucking song. As I do all Journey hits, 69% of Foreigner hits, and 31% of Boston hits.
Air Supply? I certainly hope you're not All Out of Love...at least, not yet.
Fellow Purveyors of the Bent Elbow:
I need to get home on time so my wife can leave for beautful Norfolk, VA for an interview tomorrow morning. Any chance people can evacuate their work premises early for a pint or two?
And since we're doing lyrics, here's the Elton song. TJ, read carefully, and see the romance embedded in the words. You might want to change this to your 1st-dance song:
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When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it’s one more beer and I don’t hear you anymore
We’ve all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realised the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I’m strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I’m sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music’s still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your h.p. demands forever
They’re coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
I already asked Old Man Leland for tomorrow off, a halfday next Thursday and next Friday off...could be a pretty tall order. But, I'll see what I can do.
Can't she just throw the kids in a Red Top and send them to the Pour House? I have vouchers.
Currently TJ and Jennifer will be dancing to Twisted Sister's "I Wanna Rock" immediately followed by a drunk performance of the Killers new single "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine" sung by an emerging club footed Indianan.
I better settle dwon...I'm a lick shock-jockey today.
AM Ale indeed...I'll see what I can do about drinking on Whitney-time...and our first dance is "Ice Ice Baby".
And the favor we're giving out is a monogrammed anal bib.
I find those Elton John lyrics to be shallow and pedantic. That's right, shallow and pedantic.
That's a pretty glib interpretation, TJ. Sometimes you can be so myopic.
Jesus fucking christ people...if folks are trying to help you evacuate the crumbling Superdome, there is NO NEED to start firing your guns. Come on...
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