Once upon a time, on a message-board or a comments section somewhere on the internet, maybe even nearby, I saw the phrase "Gay Panic at the Disco", in the midst of some mockery of a certain shitty pop-punk band. Ever since that phrase, removed from context, has been one of my favorites.
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You forgot the Mystery Machine.
Man, the van I really want was the black one with the muscle-bound Mickey Mouse airbrushed on the side. That one was dope.
Damn it, you beat me to this joke! By 12 hours! I am a failure.
If I make $87/hr working on the internet, I can buy this Supervan for my Stride Mother? Thanks for the tip, Barbara!
Was it better or worse than the Doris Wishman/Chesty Morgan masterpiece Double Agent 73?
Reverse the polarity!
"I saw the best vaginas of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked…"
For some reason, I misread "Wakefield" as "Wakeman," and the idea of Rick Wakeman collaborating with either Olsen twin was… confusing.
Yeah, the liner notes to the CD also say "mellow thighed chick", but I always heard "mellow fat chick".
Cue "In The Navy."
Most of my picks would be pretty obvious and predictable (Ashes to Ashes, Starman, Life on Mars, etc), but I would like to bring up Width of a Circle, since it doesn't look like anyone else in the thread has thrown any love its way (especially the live version from the Ziggy Stardust concert film). Also, Hang On To…
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
No, I think that was Billy Zane.
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Do you mean Stacia, or did Hawkwind hire another naked hippy woman?
Oh Maria, won't you be my Stride Mother?
What if you hook up an electrolarynx to a talk-box and Peter Frampton uses his tongue to manipulate the sound? Which one of you is doing the ululation?
I'm surprised they didn't just coil around Frost and suffocate him.