Out with the old

Lisa the Temp:
C'mon, peeps, nobody cares about the Red Sox today.

 

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Lisa the Temp:
Today is the day of National Healing …

 

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Lisa the Temp:
Today is the day the oceans stop rising …

 

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Lisa the Temp:
Besides, let Lisa buy you a clue, mmm-kay?

Baseball is so very 43, so if you want to be down with 44, it's all about the hoops, peeps.

 

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Comments

[Bob]

Rob, did I ever tell you about the time...

[Bob]

Sorry, I couldn't help looking up these lyrics:

//This is the World of Commander McBragg
Your hair will curl in the World of McBragg.
He fights monsters galore
And then asks for still more
Or so says the brag of McBragg.

When on the hill the marines plant a flag
They may be led by Commander McBragg.
With a cannon in hand
He can beat any band
Or so says the brag of McBragg.

Fencing and fighting and round table knighting
And slaying of dragons, too.
Shipping and sailing and great harpoon whaling
There's nothing McBragg can't do.

Hunting and trapping and gold miner mapping
And flying to Timbuktu.
Roping and riding and Indian guiding
Commander McBragg comes through.

This is the World of Commander McBragg
Your head will whirl in the World of McBragg.
He can do anything
In his world he's a king
Or so says the brag of McBragg.//

And now it's off to Fenway, and let's win there.

[soxdownunder]

Nice one Natalie! I partcularly like the fact that the drunken island/continent ended up situated such that Sydney was a shuttle ride from Fenway park.

[Bob]

TruckDay

[Bob]

TruckDay

[Rob in CT]

Bob - Sorry, didn't get the chance to post back to you yesterday, but I saw your lyrics and spent the rest of the afternoon humming the tune. Couldn't get the silly song out of my head.

Uh, thanks for that... :-D