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66 comments:
So it seems that someone was to lazy to write an actual post.
Lazy maybe, but again I have to say this. I toil over spiritual messages for the growth of the church and get 2 comments. Janna writes "so it seems" and she will get 50 comments!!!!
In the words of my favorite lawyer, "It is an outrage; but I say nothing of course!"
:)
this does not count.......
Janna, you rock! haha.
at any rate you make me laugh :-) and that's a good thing.
No, 'tis only a myth.
Slacker!!!!!
Just kidding. But in never ceases to amaze me that you can post three words and get away with it! I know Nate shares my frustration/envy.
Something bad is going to happen to you... it HAS to.
This is an outrage!
Well you know, it's all for charity.
Well, since its for charity...
Havn't you two learned that
you
can't
take
blogging
seriously?
It's trash!
That you're able to get more than 2 notes for this post boggles the mind.
I can't take this anymore.
Janna is a comment hog. ;)
Remember this summer when we commented a million times on JWS? That was a special moment.
Ah, the great spam-o-fest '05. Now that's a story we'll be able to tell our grand-children.
Wow.
Hahahahahah... that was so funny! I tried reading them but they spiraled out into loopy land.
Ah yes... 758 comments. That was indeed a great achievment. It's always great to see people come together for a common cause.
How many did James get while he was on vacation last summer? He got quite a few as well.
Ah yeah... it was James who got the brunt of it. He was gone for a week and our motley little crew was able to accumulate 758 comments. We pulled a similar stunt with John later, but it didn't have quite the same impact. Probably because John isn't a comment Nazi. Those just joining us can see all 758 comments in their full glory at http://sio.jameswlanning.com/?p=196
Yes, that was a glorious event. He banned me from his blog for a few hours. While he stamps his feet and roars with all the force of a tabby, deep in his heart James knows it was funny.
I was in Missouri that week, and I missed the fun of comment spamming SIO. It was tragic, really.
I am 25
Greetings 25, I'm Notliberal.
Yo 25! I'm insane!
Ooh, I remember that!! It was SOOOOOOOOO fun!! that was when the BLSM came into existance. We should do that again some time!!
The BLSM? Oh yes. That reminds me:
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
That song is so sad...this is why we should never smoke.
Wow...
Brandy (You're A Fine Girl )
( Looking Glass )
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my love and my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)
you might as well all stop right now. you'll never break the record that you hooligans set last year.
Huh?
Oh yeah...
Wait a second...
I am soo counfused...
Help!
I know! I know!
Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should've been somebody else.
Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free eee eee.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.
It's like a light of a new day,
It came from out of the blue.
Breaking me out of the spell I was in,
Making all of my wishes come true ue ue.
Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free eee eee.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.
It doesnt matter as long as you try you're best,sweeties. I just want to squish you!
I love those songs!
Ha!
Hey paula! What do you really have in that cokeTM glass?
Hey Hey Paula, I wanna marry you.
Hey Hey Paul, I wanna marry you too.
Um,paul. I don't know who you are and i still want to marry you!
I want to marry the coke TM glass!
It is in the coke glass,um...I don't know! I just drink what's in front of me!
Pauler,pauler,pauler.
Yo dogs!
Can you guys get along?!
Hahaha, Simon's a meanyhead and I'm a womans man, and he's just jealous. Neener-neener-neener!
VOTED'ED!
This is out of control! Janna you must put a real post up and stop this insanity!!!
Oh, she's loving this... I guarantee it.
Janna, when you get some time you can update the link that you have to me so sio.jameswlanning.com (jameswlanning.com/sio is no longer valid). thanks!
I only wish that the full glory of the legendary JWS blog would return...
How far we have fallen since those golden days...
Long live the Celloist in the Cellar!!!
let us not forget the fact that JWS derived most of its inspiration from SIO. john himself unabashedly admitted to ripping off SIO, but that's no problem because the best is and always will be the best, and the way to get good is to emulate the best.
One bright day,in the middle of the night...
One fine day you're going to want me for your girl.
Say, Prince, while you're here, singing and all... Are you Prince? Or are you still "...previously known as..."?
No, I'm Prince again.
Well, stop it already.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Hey, dead boy #2, let's get up and fight!
ok i'll fight but i don't know why
Here is my two cents...
¢¢
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