Friday, August 18, 2006

CSI: Rock Lyrics

We begin a new sub-chapter in intellectual futility tonight with lyrics from The Doors:

Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, babe
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

What was that promise that she made?


portia said...

Top of the 4th, 5-5 game, and now you want to "talk?" What's wrong with this picture?

Nice try, mr. rdr. but changing the subject will not save the least not in Fenway Park:)

camojack said...

Mr. Mojo Risin' an anagram for Jim Morrison.
(Or did you know that already?)

Baseball?! The Phillies aren't going anywhere, consequently, I don't care...

Pooke said...

She promised she would never drink Coke from a sawed off bottle filled with bubble gum and spend the entire night watching Private Benjamin four times while thinking she had a paranormal link to Jim Morrison.

Then again, maybe she did....

BTW, Keith Hernandez should NOT be an announcer. He becomes more suspect as a pillow-biter every time he's audible.

portia said...

Pillow biter? Holy Cow. Is Hernandez G-A-Y? Not that it matters if he is or he isn't of just puts a different [lip] gloss on his comment that women don't belong in the dug out:)

Hey, everybody thought Piazza was gay, too. Then he married some former Playmate, and now everybody thinks he married and gay.