Big Dog: I have to use the bathroom.
Little Dog: Okay, just follow me.
They walk to a construction site and arrive at an elevator. Little Dog eyes the "UP" button.
Little Dog: Hey right here!
Big Dog: Huh? Are you sure?
Little Dog: Sure! It says "U" "P"
Bonus lyrics today only if you dare!
I really hate cell phone companies. My phone is dead. Like dead for no reason. I'll probably get a new phone this weekend when I can squeeze it in with between my kids and helping with a shitload of appointments at the shop. There's a ship in and everyone wants a tattoo from our shop because we are the only ones left in downtown that don't bullshit or charge by the hour.
My hands are starting to permanently smell like rubber gloves and carbon ink.
What is so hot about a chick in a tie? I dunno but one came in and my head turned into a damn hair-band jukebox!
This is what's on the iMac at the desk right now. The Marines are diggin it.
Blain: Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me.
Poncho: [Holds up his grenade launcher] Yeah, strap this on your "sore ass", Blain.
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You know I never, I've never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I've gotta have you
Oh yes I do
I never, I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I've got to touch you
Cause baby we'll be
*At the drive in
In the old man's Ford
Behind the bushes
Til I'm screamin' for more
Down in the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby...
Talk dirty to me!*
You know I call you, I call you on the telephone
I'm only hopin' that you're home
So I can hear you
When you say those words to me
And whisper so softly
I've gotta hear you
Cause baby we'll be
*At the drive in
In the old man's Ford
Behind the bushes
Til I'm screamin' for more
Down in the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby...
Talk dirty to me!*
C.C. Pick a bad guitar, and-a-talk to me, yeah
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive in
In the old man's Ford
Behind them, bushes
Til I'm screamin' for more, more, more!
Down in the basement
And lock the cellar door
And baby, talk dirty to me, yeah
And baby, talk dirty to me......yeah
And baby...
Talk dirty to me
Uh!
Whoo!
That's the way I like it, baby
Ooh, yeah
- Poison
as of yesterday, the package hadn't come. i won't check my box (tee hee) again until monday.
glad to hear things are bustling.
sailors though... lots of USN tattoos, anchors, pin-ups?