Maze n'an' thanks-hoo-ray for yorn and youin'-way to make all the gals shine on-!Wheee, do a jig-sleep and wake another 75,000 times prior to your next exit...and that on pain-killerz-

I love his little jig at the end.

*requeue -- Come on Canada, show love!

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.

We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

CHORUS:
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....

Euston Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

- CHORUS -

By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells of noon

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home

Oh, I was so going to post this! I thought it would do terrible in the Sift so I decided against it; as it does require a certain bizarre sense of humor. I should just go with my initial instincts. Good on ya, K0MMIE. MURDER!!! <does a goofy jig>

lol blankfist! I wonder if the imagined jig is for winning, or for outlasting the smug dick who blackballed her!

From my good buddy's blog, he had this to say about the same video you posted:

"Her under-the-breath "Oh Christ" is worth checking out. For the cameras she's all world-weary and "seen it all before", sure, but once she goes inside I'm sure she does at least a tiny jig."

Daily "Cose"? These people aren't discerning enough to perceive that it's "Daily Chaos"? They're clearly being intentionally obtuse. There is no way they're this stupid.

"I've never seen a CEO come off as badly as this guy does here."
Really? You must not have seen a lot of clips like this.

I would sincerely dance a little jig if someone popped a cap in O'Reilly's brainstem. This kind of mind-tainting bullshit is dangerous because there are too many fatuous people out there in the world.

with regards to the vile sound thing. maybe its just me then. But to me the violin sounds horrid when played badly, and pretty nasty when played well. Right up there with bagpipes. Why you'd want to change to pitch on pulling fingernails down a chalkboard baffels me.

will say that irish music (fiddle etc) is a fair bit better, the shorter notes in the jigs dont jar my ears as much.

but meh, all personal opinion i guess.

"to be honest, violin is a vile sound."

Well, that gets a big, giant, "WTF?"

I wouldn't normally go out of my way to see an orchestra or any live classical music, but there is something insanely moving and beautiful about a string trio or quartet playing amidst the bustle of morning rush-hour. It's jarring, and I personally can't help but stop and listen. Though I have yet to see a solo violin who wasn't playing a jig.

If you look real close you can see the dude from the "Hitman" games cuting a jig at the very end near bagpipe solo.

oh wow! My first top 15! *dances a jig and then darts off stage*