Am I starting to repeat myself as a blogger? I’d hate to think I’m becoming the grandma of blogland.
YES, Gramma, we HEARD that story before.
I may have posted this next thing before.
But once again, I saw the plastic surgery show where a transexual got boobies. Always when someone on the show gets boobies, they do the “before” and “after” shots, and the nipples are always fuzzed out. Yet when the transexual gets the boobies, the before shot isn’t fuzzed, but the aftershot is. Man-nipples OK. Man-nipples with implants? ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Censors are weird.
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So Tot’s last post got me thinking about the music for my wedding reception. We’re going all old school, but I should probably look over the band’s play list (partial play list) and pick out some songs. Fortunately, they play some of my favorites. yay! but…uhhhh…some ind of disturbing ones on there.
Big Ten Inches – (dude, I think aunt evelyn just fainted)
Bowlegged Woman – (ugly younger sister of Black Magic Woman?)
It ain’t the meat, it’s the motion – (OK, that’s what girls tell really small guys to make them feel better)
Saturday Night Fish Fry – (first off, fish fry’s are on FRIDAYS, and WHO needs a SONG about them???)
Sixty Minute Man – (can you say urinary tract infection?)
Trouble then Satisfaction – (funny, usually the trouble comes AFTER the satifaction…)
Tomorrow I may be gone – (maybe not a good one to play for a wedding)
Fortunately, there are plenty of good ones to pick from. These…will be left off the playlist, I think.
HA! Those were almost as good as using “Every Breath You Take” prominently in your wedding. It’s about stalking, people!
Yeah, I noticed that before-and-after censorship thing before. Weird.
And I think that male nipples should be called “manipples.”
60-minute man is actually a great shagging song. If you had come to the free shag lessons that we hosted prior to our wedding, you would know that.
Retro, that wouldn’t work ’round these parts. People would think you said “my nipples” and not manipples. How about malenipples? Or dudenips? Or nippleguys?
I will never understand why they blur out guy nipples. It doesn’t make sense. The real question is if a woman got a breast deletion, would they blur her nipples?
Strangely, I have no commentary on man-nipples.
As for the retro wedding music, you definitely should have “I touch myself” by the DeVinyls. Always a favorite at weddings.
Hmmm. You may not be repeating yourself, but it seems that blogger is on a theme… Michael’s recent post asks if man boobs is hyphenated.
You guys are funny.
I did that on purpose, Aimee.
I am clever like that.
Are you putting a polka ban in effect?
Polka ban? are you NUTS?
We’re from the town with that great football team,
We cheer the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Chuck Noll and all his friends are all on the field.
Go out and get them Steelers!
Totally off-topic:
I have read you via Cinn, but never commented. Saw this yesterday and thought of you. You have to watch the mentos/diet coke video.
Sorry if you’ve already seen this and even blogged about it before. I did a serach for mentos adn nothing came up…
http://eepybird.com/dcm1.html
You clever girl.
Welcome, swimgirlseries! I have indeed seen the video – who hasn’t, at this point? Also, those guys were on letterman last night AND the today show this morning. They are everywhere and seem to be enjoying their 15 minutes of diet coke soaked fame.
aimee – yes. yes I am.
Clever girl!
Manipples… yeah.
One song not to play at the reception: D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Nuff said.
I think that just as the words “man boobs” have been shortened to “moobs,” “man nipples” should be shortened to “mipples” Or perhaps just “mips.”
You know, as soon as I saw “60 Minute Men” all I could think of was the Steelers version that got made up for the Cowboys-Steelers Superbowl. It all comes back to the Stillers, baby.
Perhaps leave most Eagles songs off. Heartache tonight, or Lyin’ Eyes… NOT wedding songs!
Alan Jackson has a song where he sings about “Trying” to be faithful and true. Travis once dated a girl who insisted that was their song, wtf? I’ll try????
HAHAHAHA–Oh man, Brighton. That’s so bad it’s funny!
So what’s wrong with Big Ten Inch….Record. I bet old Aunt Evelyn won’t even notice.
Personally, I wish they’d fuzz out the man-nipples and show the female nipples. Couldn’t be worse than Janet Jackson.
Now, if you want some music that would TOTALLY freak out your relatives, check out the track list on this album:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00004NRW9/sr=8-1/qid=1151941198/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-2808254-9354449?ie=UTF8
A taste of the lyrics from Speak English or Die:
Don’t know what I want
Don’t know what I need
Why must I repeat myself
Can’t you fucking read
Nice fucking accent
Why can’t you speak like me
Put that dot on your head
Do you use it to see?
And that’s one of the tamer songs!