Here's a quickie I can share with you that should make you chuckle.
I've had the Timbaland song Just The Way I Are playing in my head nonstop. Despite my dismay at the grammatical incoherence of the title, the words are catchy and the beat is reminiscent of his work with my shameless crush JT.
So I've had these words running through my head:
I don't need the cheese on my crackers
Boy I like you just the way you are
Well, the real line is:
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Hmmm. Would you have guessed that I grew up in a small town where the black population was possibly only 2 digits long? Or that I live in a pretty damn caucasian state now? I think you would.
But...
That doesn't stop me from thinking that the Jena 6 were/are being extremely unfairly punished. The white adults in Jena that allowed this situation to escalate and explode with these ridiculous charges, and most especially DA Reed Walters, have a special hot seat in Hell waiting for them.
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Here's the thing...how did you get crackers from car keys? Those are completely different sounds. :)
I love misheard lyrics.
My favourite being:
Whatcha doin' in Quebec, in Quebec?
You should be dancin', yeah!
instead of What you doing on your back?
Anyway, I'm going to eat some cheese and crackers...Brie cheese...
I hate when I get cheese on my car keys. What a pain in the ass that is.
Chel - I think I heard cheese, and my mind added crackers to make the lyrics make sense. Sooner or later my ears got into the debate and straightened my mind out.
Tanya - you mean the Bee Gees weren't singing about Quebec? Damn them! Yum, brie.....
Beckeye - no kidding. I'd much rather get the Gs on my crackers.
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