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substituteWhen I was in sixth grade, I'd go to my friend Jamie's house after school sometimes. Jamie's parents weren't around after school. We would cook up a can of Chef Boy-ar-dee ravioli and go up in his room. The room had a cool loft in it, and we'd climb up there. We would play records and look at dirty magazines while eating our Chef Boy-Ar-Dee. I remember looking at all this weird crap in the dirty magazines like dildoes and ball-stretchers and various other things that you stick in people or have people whack you with. We didn't understand any of it but pretended to each other that we did.
Jamie had a record player in his room, too, so we listened to stuff. Mostly we listened to whatever we weren't supposed to, so dirty comedy was the #1 choice. A personal favorite of his was "The Crepitation Contest" which was all about farting. Also there was some Monty Python.
And then we'd listen to some ELO. Which is why Matthew Sweet's version of "Do Ya" triggered this memory.
Weird thing is, I still like Chef Boy-Ar-Dee ravioli although I know it's shit.
Jamie had a record player in his room, too, so we listened to stuff. Mostly we listened to whatever we weren't supposed to, so dirty comedy was the #1 choice. A personal favorite of his was "The Crepitation Contest" which was all about farting. Also there was some Monty Python.
And then we'd listen to some ELO. Which is why Matthew Sweet's version of "Do Ya" triggered this memory.
Weird thing is, I still like Chef Boy-Ar-Dee ravioli although I know it's shit.
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Date: 2006-01-27 08:01 am (UTC)Dear TENThouse Forum
Date: 2006-01-27 10:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-27 11:02 am (UTC)and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee Beefaroni and the Spaghetti with Meatballs
but oh oh Spaghetti O's, how I love the
(preferably the meat free version)
ah, fond memories
Date: 2006-01-27 11:14 am (UTC)"Nigel Edwards now up for the green team. He steps to the farting pole, a look of intense concentration on his face. A critical moment in the match. The crowd is silent. *prolonged absurd farting noise* A BOOMER! He's unleashed a boomer. The crowd is going wild. That's 10 points for the green team.... etc. etc."
Now I have to find a copy of that. I'm off to Ebay. Thanks for the memories.
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:19 am (UTC)Caffeine in 20 oz styrofoam wrapped glass jugs and smut that I failed to understand worked wonders for a young Brandon. Hitting things with sticks was also helpful.
Re: ah, fond memories
Date: 2006-01-27 11:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-27 02:12 pm (UTC)I have a vivid memory of that song. I was on the ski lift - a T-bar - gliding up the bunny slope with that song playing. I began shuffling my feet to the music. My skis were crappy wooden things of which I was mortally ashamed, with cable bindings strapped onto my skidoo boots. One step out of place caused my foot to slip out of the boot. The ski, with the boot still in it, slid down the lift line, then angled out to menace the descending skiers.
I had to walk hundreds of yards past laughing onlookers, in one stocking foot, tears of rage and humiliation burning on my face, to retrieve my ski.
good shit
Date: 2006-01-27 06:18 pm (UTC)Capt'n Crunch
Vienna sausages (although the mechanically separated meat thing creeps me out)
Tang
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Date: 2006-01-27 07:19 pm (UTC)In related news, I just want to point out that Do Ya is actually originally by The Move, and redone by ELO many years later (yes, you probably know this, but it's a common mistake, as I just saw on a web page referring to Ace Frehley's (!) cover).
Also http://www.notlame.com/Vinyl/The_Move/Page_1/VLDOYA1.html
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Date: 2006-01-27 07:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-27 09:44 pm (UTC)Re: ah, fond memories
Date: 2006-01-27 10:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-28 12:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-28 03:56 am (UTC)yeah, I know, TMI!
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Date: 2006-01-28 07:32 am (UTC)I'm sure I've got that on cd here *somewhere*...
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Date: 2006-06-23 08:51 am (UTC)