Thursday, December 28, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Culling
I have found that I am not so good at keeping in touch with people. Never was. If our friendship is more than 4 or 5 years previous, there's a pretty good chance I'm not talking much with you... if at all. I've not been very good at keeping in touch with people from my life. From Japan, to Utah, to Alaska, to everywhere else... I've kinda been crummy at keeping in touch with people long-long term. I haven't talked or emailed with my best friend from college... and he got married last year. I'm not sure why I do this... maybe it's because I put most of my energy into the now and the forward than the past... tough to say. It's not malicious or a writing off kind of thing, so don't feel bad, I'll do it for both of us.
Monday, December 25, 2006
DING fries are done...
The wife and I went out a wassailing last night... er, looking at Christmas lights in the rain... and for some reason the theme running through my head for this Christmas is the "ding fries are done" song from Family Guy (and the internet) sung to the tune of "Carol of the Bells", as seen here: Family Guy Ding Fries Are Done
The words:
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I work at Burger King making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
Don't bob for fries in hot fat
it really hurts bad
and so do skin grafts
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Can't hear the bell
Wait for the bell
Where is the bell?
Wait for the bell
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Fortunately my wife has realized she's pretty much married an idiot.
The words:
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I work at Burger King making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
Don't bob for fries in hot fat
it really hurts bad
and so do skin grafts
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Can't hear the bell
Wait for the bell
Where is the bell?
Wait for the bell
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Fortunately my wife has realized she's pretty much married an idiot.
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