Hey, if you read to the last paragraph of this post, Amanda Marcotte is proposing staged readings of the Unfogged comments.
I don't know what I was expecting when I went to listen, but it sure wasn't that.
ogged, with all due respect, if you think the cool kids are all about the mandolin driven country pop...well, let's just say I'm starting to believe you when you say that you weren't popular in high school.
Eh, it was OK. I prefer my twang with steel guitars and more, I dunno umph. Handsome Family or Neko Case, if we're talking recent stuff, Johnny Cash or Merle Haggard if we're looking at older stuff.
Ah well. I don't know if would like many mandolin country pop bands, or even their other songs, but that one sure is catchy.
Well, it's catchy enough that the vocal line is sticking in my head. Unfortunately, that means it's driving out the Treepeople song discussed earlier, which I find that I do not own. THus, I am relying on a decades-old memory to recreate a song I once loved and now your song is killing it.
Thanks ogged.
It's the story, of a lovely lady,
Who was raising three very lovely girls...
Well if Ben says that mandolins rule, then I guess I was wrong about what the cool kids like.
Hey, eb and ben, we've already established that biscuit conditionals rule.
("Biscuit conditional" = "There are biscuits in the sideboard if you want some" etc.)
I can see why you're telling eb that, but not me.
Different stresses. I'm telling eb "biscuit conditionals rule"; I'm telling you "biscuit conditionals rule" (not mandolins).
Are biscuit conditionals the only thing that rule? If so, somebody better tell Van Halen circa 1978.
Can you do that? I don't think you can do that.
If biscuit conditionals and mandolins got into a fight, who do you think would win? Mandolins. Four courses of fury.
You know that's not a biscuit conditional, right?
Your face isn't a biscuit conditional.
Yo' mama's a biscuit conditional. Smothered with gravy.
The oedipal issues surrounding smothering one's mam in "gravy" are just, well, ish.
The other, I'm totally okay with, although contractive slang is not really my thing.
I'm not smothering my mama in gravy; I'm smothering yo' mama in gravy.
But not at the Mineshaft.
You know, the one and only time I've gotten into a bar fight, it was because I cracked wise about sleeping with someone's Mom. I have never understood why this is such a powerful insult.
So, w-lfs-n, what the fuck do the under-30s call ice cream?
I'm pretty sure we all just call it "ice cream".
Ah, you were fucking with us oldsters. Here in Wisconsin we eat custard, anyway.
In North Carolina they add crunch to the custard.
Is it just me, or does "adding crunch to the custard" sound like a euphemism for something really dirty?
I think you're missing the point, Weiner. They call it "ice cream" in quotes. It's ironic.