Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
Tired of hanging around with all of your friends who used to be cool and popular but now are just insufferably lame and refuse to go away? Well, you're probably stuck with them, so quit bitching about it. But if you'd like something to make it seem less dreary by comparison, why not get away from it all with a seven-day Carnival cruise through the western Caribbean with Journey, REO Speedwagon, and Styx? All aboard the SS Good-God-Whose-Horrible-Idea-Was-This!
"And I can't fight this feeling anymore
Even dramamine won't help keep down the gorge
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
Pop my eardrums with a fork or whatever..."
Well, I know someone who won't be rockin' the paradise.
The best part about "Can't fight this feeling" is that the rhymes continue: crashing in your door, falling on your floor, etc. (find you in bed with a Moor, infidelity I deplore, so let's just eat some smores, whatever.)
We'll drink a 12 of Coors
Our drawers will hit the floor
Then we'll do it on all fours
No matter if we're sore
Look! It's Paul Molitor!
Baby, I can't feel my fingers anymore.
Never in the history of human endeavor has the phrase "look! it's Paul Molitor!" caused so much amusement.
Posted by: FL at July 23, 2004 03:00 PM