Whoever you are...

i work at the IT section at my college and we are doing last minute setups for our incoming freshman. anyway today the guys and i were singing some songs to pass the time, and you had to name the song. the last song i sang was wonderboy by tenacious d. everyone guessed it in a second. after that song i decided to go to the bathroom and the song was stuck in my head. went to the urinal and started pissing and coincidentally started singing wonderbuy (i figured nobody was in the bathroom seeing as how the entire building is practically empty). i get by the first line:

High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds

when somone in the stalls finishes with:

There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly.

then an awkward silence hits... i quickly finish and run away.

whoever you are please don't finish when someone starts singing

I personally think that a bunch of guys making turns singing is gay. Sorta like the example in The Break Up.

Tinkerbell.

Looks like I gotcha' "beat".


Sunny -14°F
Feels Like
-14°F

Dew Point: -20°F
Humidity: 72%
Pressure: 30.41 inches
Wind: calm

No, that would be kilometers.

It was about -15 or -20 this AM. I just remember the -34 with the windchill, and the fact that it was 44 degrees in Anchorage.


And I'm pissed off about that!

Fixed.......



BTW, weirdest thing I had in my life, singing wise, was riding home a LONG time ago. "Rocky Mountain Way was playing on the radio and I was singing along. At a stoplight I turned and saw someone else looking strait back at me singnig along with MUCH furvor.

Holy weirded out.

BTW Werx, That guy has probably been stalking you. You think he was taking a dump, but he was just watching you piss.

He is hoping you see the number he left for you on the stall door.

Oddest singing experience here was that the guys and I were heading down to (I think) a Metallica concert prolly 10 or 15 years ago. We are cruising down the highway, and we look over, and in the car next to us was a large black guy. He's singing to beat the band. So we start flipping channels to try to find out what he's singing.


It was an Allanis Morriset song.

I don't think that's how she spells it, but I don't care enough to Google.

So I guess a chorus line of bum boys at the end of a drunken evening in a sausage bar singing "It's raining men" might be classified as suspect?