Somebody on the drunk thread said we should start modifying old theme songs to fit in around here. I offer a contribution not of my own, but thought it was worthy in it's own right. Now this is the story all about how My sled got flipped turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I took a bad turn, and caught mad air In Soviet Georgia, born and raised On the ice luge is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out, luging, relaxin all cool, Takin Russian hostages inside a school. When a couple of Reds who were up to no good, Started drivin tanks into my neighborhood. One separatist movement and my mom got scared, And said "you're going to Vancouver to catch mad air." I waited for my start and when it came near, the course ran fast and I had some fear. If anything I could say this course was rare, But I thought to myself, Yo Nodar! Catch air! I slid up to turn number seven or eight, and yelled to my trainer, "Comrad, I cant steer!" Flew into a pole and I was finally there! Killed myself while trying to catch mad air! Focus: Your turn, what do you got?
I really wanted to contribute here. I watch a crapload of TV, so it should be easy. Then I realized not one show I watch (with the exception of Entourage) even has words in it's intro. House, just music. Californication, just music. How I Met Your Mother, music and repeated "duh"s. Interesting how TV has taken a turn from most shows having vocals in their themes to none. I'd be curious to see if anybody can pull it off with a modern show.
Handed down: Well, this is the story bout' a man Jed He had alot of hair but wasn't on his head and then one day he was shootin' at some food and up from the ground come a redhead in the nude naked that is........... no clothes on well, the next thing ya know ole Jed was in the bed fuckin' the shit out a that redhead In come Granny with a ten foot pole shoved it right up......Jeds asshole
It's a rare condition, this day and age, Finding employment on the classifieds page, Permanent positions, or even part time, Some people say there's nothing out there to find. And then there must something to do, about these collection calls, Cause all I see is the crumble of dreams, Unemployment lines stretched across the street. As bills stack up, We're gonna sell our shit on Craig's List. Our funds may run dry, We're gonna drown the blues with Old English. When days go by, There's no room for you, No room for me, In this clusterfuck economy. As days go by, Guess I gotta move in with my family.