"Wahey, playtoime!"

* * *

I never love the Ninja more than when I'm riding through an underpass or a tunnel. All of a sudden the throaty rumble of her 600 cubes come echoing back at me like thunder. It's one of the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.

/sayin'

And you're worth 85 cents. That's about right.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
http://gpkmonster.auctivacommerce.com/GARBAGE-PAIL-KIDS-ANS4-7B-MARSHALL-ARTLESS-P847081.aspx

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
So you're like the original Garbage Pail Kid. You should be getting royalties or sumthin.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You don't think the owner of the vile cunt that squirted me out wouldn't be any more twisted than myself? Apples don't fall far from trees.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
That's the girl I know and love.

(Your mom is probably the sweetest, nicest lady in three counties. One more reason I'm going to imaginary hell.)

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
she can stack cups with her vagina

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Your mom was fine back in the day.

http://gpkmonster.auctivacommerce.com/GARBAGE-PAIL-KIDS-ANS4-7B-MARSHALL-ARTLESS-P847081.aspx

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
So you're like the original Garbage Pail Kid. You should be getting royalties or sumthin.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You don't think the owner of the vile cunt that squirted me out wouldn't be any more twisted than myself? Apples don't fall far from trees.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
That's the girl I know and love.

(Your mom is probably the sweetest, nicest lady in three counties. One more reason I'm going to imaginary hell.)

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
she can stack cups with her vagina

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Your mom was fine back in the day.

So you're like the original Garbage Pail Kid. You should be getting royalties or sumthin.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
You don't think the owner of the vile cunt that squirted me out wouldn't be any more twisted than myself? Apples don't fall far from trees.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
That's the girl I know and love.

(Your mom is probably the sweetest, nicest lady in three counties. One more reason I'm going to imaginary hell.)

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
she can stack cups with her vagina

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Your mom was fine back in the day.

You don't think the owner of the vile cunt that squirted me out wouldn't be any more twisted than myself? Apples don't fall far from trees.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
That's the girl I know and love.

(Your mom is probably the sweetest, nicest lady in three counties. One more reason I'm going to imaginary hell.)

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
she can stack cups with her vagina

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Your mom was fine back in the day.

That's the girl I know and love.

(Your mom is probably the sweetest, nicest lady in three counties. One more reason I'm going to imaginary hell.)

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
she can stack cups with her vagina

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Your mom was fine back in the day.

Wikipedia on the original song "Jambalaya on the Bayou":
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jambalaya_%28On_the_Bayou%29

Hank Williams singing the song on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnKOVPXhlnE

Lyrics:

Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
[ fiddle ]
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...
[ fiddle ]
Later on, swap my mon, get me a pirogue
and I'll catch all the fish on the bayou
Swap my mon, to buy Yvonne what she need-oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...

Love Haricot's analysis.. though what really bothers me here is the fall weather in the background. You really do need the Canadian winter to nail the original video's mood.

@spoco (there really needs to be a way to put my response BELOW the quote... is there?) - You should really hang out with more singer-songwriters to learn that... no wait, just stay away from them, to keep the peace.

>> ^spoco2:
In Morisette's own words

"For me the great debate on whether what I was saying in ‘Ironic’ was ironic wasn’t a traumatic debate. I’d always embraced the fact that every once in a while I’d be the malapropism queen. And when Glen and I were writing it, we definitely were not doggedly making sure that everything was technically ironic. It’s a testament to the fact that we didn’t think it was going to be put under the microscope by 30 million people. For me the sweetest moment came in New York when a woman came up to me in a record store and said, ‘So all those things in the “Ironic” aren’t ironic.’ And then she said, ‘And that’s the irony.’ I said, ‘Yup.’ To me it’s a real snapshot of a nineteen-year-old’s definition and version of how life worked at the time. All that ‘Ironic’ touches on spawned all my future inquiries into and current understandings of the mysteries of life."

Which basically means... "Um, so I hate the english language and really can't be f cked using words correctly". In saying 'we definitely were not doggedly making sure that everything was technically ironic' she misses the point that NONE of them were. I mean, she does didn't have a friggen clue what the word meant. And you'd think that if you're going to write a whole song about the word you might actually at least spend a few minutes finding out if you understand its meaning... because she obviously didn't. It really grates that song... really does, so this makes me happy.

In Morisette's own words

"For me the great debate on whether what I was saying in ‘Ironic’ was ironic wasn’t a traumatic debate. I’d always embraced the fact that every once in a while I’d be the malapropism queen. And when Glen and I were writing it, we definitely were not doggedly making sure that everything was technically ironic. It’s a testament to the fact that we didn’t think it was going to be put under the microscope by 30 million people. For me the sweetest moment came in New York when a woman came up to me in a record store and said, ‘So all those things in the “Ironic” aren’t ironic.’ And then she said, ‘And that’s the irony.’ I said, ‘Yup.’ To me it’s a real snapshot of a nineteen-year-old’s definition and version of how life worked at the time. All that ‘Ironic’ touches on spawned all my future inquiries into and current understandings of the mysteries of life."

Which basically means... "Um, so I hate the english language and really can't be f*cked using words correctly". In saying 'we definitely were not doggedly making sure that everything was technically ironic' she misses the point that NONE of them were. I mean, she does didn't have a friggen clue what the word meant. And you'd think that if you're going to write a whole song about the word you might actually at least spend a few minutes finding out if you understand its meaning... because she obviously didn't.

It really grates that song... really does, so this makes me happy.

So this lady had three daughters. The first came up to her and asked in the sweetest, cutest voice possible "Why is my name Petal mommy?"

"Well, when you were born a rose petal fell from the sky and landed on your head. So we decided to call you Petal."

"Thanks Mommy."

The second daughter came up to her and asked "Mommy, why is my name Feather?"

"Well, when you were born a feather fell down from the sky and landed on your head. So we decided to call you Feather."

The Third daughter came up to her mom and said "wWaaaarghhhGHHHNppppoooooobbbbtTUUUP!!!!"

"Wait your turn Refridgerator!" said the mother.

you say the sweetest things.../bats eyes

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

I apologize if you think I'm being insensitive. It's certainly not my intention. I thought maybe a quick "suck it up" could act as a verbal jolt to help you out a bit. You're obviously feeling aggrieved here. A couple of points I'd like to communicate:

1. If you're going to have a sensitivity dysfunction- "over sensitive" is preferable to "under".
2. Comparing BT to a lactating woman, and other female oriented slurs is kind of mysoginistic- it makes female traits into something unfavorable. It's disappointing to read this from you.
3. I appreciate your contributions to the community, but it's also disappointing to read you bring money into your arguments- as if I would let that be a factor in trying to make fair admin decisions for the community.



In reply to this comment by blankfist:
So, I'm hobbled for baiting BT? Wow. I guess that feminine lady-man needs a papa to take up for him. Oh shit, was that also considered "baiting"? FUCK! I really suck at your rules!

Quit trying to turn yourself into a martyr, suck it up and take a deep breath.

No offense, Dag, but you ain't exactly the sweetest most understanding "ruler". You were a dick during your "Siftler" days, and the fact that you ask me to "suck it up" is appalling. I wish I could PM to say this, but I cannot during my hobble, so I have to air all my grievances in the open... I've donated a lot of money to this site and I've been a steady charter (purposely updated recently so I can pay the full amount instead of the BS 10 dollars a year or whatever the fuck it used to be).

Sorry if you think I'm playing the martyr, but I think you're a bit insensitive and unreasonable. And BT is a cry baby.

In reply to this comment by dag:
I thought I made this clear. I'm not hobbling you for being a racist. I don't think you are a racist. I'm hobbling you for repeatedly baiting a fellow Sifter- being grossly insensitve to another human being.

You can point out all the bad words on the Sift that you want. It's not about that- it's about being a jerk to another human being. Quit trying to turn yourself into a martyr, suck it up and take a deep breath.

So, I'm hobbled for baiting BT? Wow. I guess that feminine lady-man needs a papa to take up for him. Oh shit, was that also considered "baiting"? FUCK! I really suck at your rules!

Quit trying to turn yourself into a martyr, suck it up and take a deep breath.

No offense, Dag, but you ain't exactly the sweetest most understanding "ruler". You were a dick during your "Siftler" days, and the fact that you ask me to "suck it up" is appalling. I wish I could PM to say this, but I cannot during my hobble, so I have to air all my grievances in the open... I've donated a lot of money to this site and I've been a steady charter (purposely updated recently so I can pay the full amount instead of the BS 10 dollars a year or whatever the fuck it used to be).

Sorry if you think I'm playing the martyr, but I think you're a bit insensitive and unreasonable. And BT is a cry baby.

In reply to this comment by dag:
I thought I made this clear. I'm not hobbling you for being a racist. I don't think you are a racist. I'm hobbling you for repeatedly baiting a fellow Sifter- being grossly insensitve to another human being.

You can point out all the bad words on the Sift that you want. It's not about that- it's about being a jerk to another human being. Quit trying to turn yourself into a martyr, suck it up and take a deep breath.

A long, long, long, long time ago
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived a man, lived a man I know
Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho

Sir Psycho Sexy that is me
Sometimes I find I need to scream

He's a freak of nature
But we love him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go

Deep inside the garden of Eden
Standing there with my hard on bleedin'
Theres a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen
Good God no that would be treason
Believe me Eve she gave good reason
Botty looking too good not to be squeezin'
Creamy beaver hotter than a fever
I'm a givin' 'cause she's the reciever
I won't and I don't hang up until I please her
Makin' her feel like an over achiever
I take it away for a minute just to tease her
Then I give it back a little bit deeper

He's a freak of nature
But we love him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go

I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said "what's up?" now suck my dick
Like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb
She whimpered just a little when she felt my hand
On her crotch so very warm
I could feel her getting wet through her uniform
Proppin' her up on the black and white
Unzipped and slipped "ooo that's tight"
I swatted her like no swat team can
Turned a cherry pie right into jam

(chorus)

Hello young woman that I love
Pretty punk rock mamma that I'm thinking of
Hold me naked if you will
In your arms in your legs in your pussy I'd kill
To be with you, to kiss with you, I do miss you
I love you

Lay me down...
Descending waves of graceful pleasure
For your love there is no measure
Her curves they bend with subtle splendor

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little girl with a bull whip
Lickety split go snap "snap"
Girl gettin' off all in my lap
The tallest tree the sweetest sap
Blowin' my ass right off the map
Ooo and it's nice out here
I think I'll stay for a while

I can't upvote cause we both have P's otherwise I would. I also like to brag so I'll point out I was an extra for a couple episodes in Season 1 of this show. Felicia Day is the sweetest person I think I'll ever meet.