When I say Mash, I don't mean Potato
Remember Mash? If you are male, probably not. If you are female and you don't, you missed out on what was quite possibly the highlight of my prepubescent years. For those of you not in the know, it's a game where you, using the highly accurate method of numbers and counting to determine who someone will marry, where they will live, what their job will be, etc. etc. It's fun, and it used to kill the time for me during all of my forays into Sunday morning church. We used to do it with paper and pencil, but now they have a whole game that one can use to do it, and has cards where you can find out such must-know information as what your wedding colors will be and how many pairs of shoes you will own.
So, having access to this game now, I played and here's what I found out. I am going to live in a shack in California and have a bulldog. I am going to be a writer, my husband will be a punk rocker, and we will have a silver car.
And I didn't cheat not one bit.
I swear.
Not even that punk rocker thing--sooo not my idea. But it came up anyway.
What if it's true?
Oh dear lord...moving on...Given that I adore getting all these comments that you petite sirloins are bestowing upon my lucky little head, I am once again going to initiate some questions. Keep up the good work! It was lovely last time.
Tina, you fat lard! Come and answer these questions!
1. Does Axel make you feel welcome in the/his jungle?
2. You have been given the opportunity to assemble the ugliest band in music history. Who would you choose, using living or dead musicians?
3. What about the hottest? Again, living or dead musicians please.
4. Why didn't God make bacon healthy?
5. What is your favorite line from a song?
Have fun, and post those comments. (By the way, I love the control I have here. How weird is that?)
So, having access to this game now, I played and here's what I found out. I am going to live in a shack in California and have a bulldog. I am going to be a writer, my husband will be a punk rocker, and we will have a silver car.
And I didn't cheat not one bit.
I swear.
Not even that punk rocker thing--sooo not my idea. But it came up anyway.
What if it's true?
Oh dear lord...moving on...Given that I adore getting all these comments that you petite sirloins are bestowing upon my lucky little head, I am once again going to initiate some questions. Keep up the good work! It was lovely last time.
Tina, you fat lard! Come and answer these questions!
1. Does Axel make you feel welcome in the/his jungle?
2. You have been given the opportunity to assemble the ugliest band in music history. Who would you choose, using living or dead musicians?
3. What about the hottest? Again, living or dead musicians please.
4. Why didn't God make bacon healthy?
5. What is your favorite line from a song?
Have fun, and post those comments. (By the way, I love the control I have here. How weird is that?)
posted by Southern Belle at 10:13 PM
2 Comments:
1. No I don't feel welcome in Axel's Jungle. It's pretty damn terryfying actually. However, I'm sucker for men that scare the shit out of me. Thus the teenage infatuation with Slash, and my current obsession with Prof. Snape. I like my men a bit on the Evil side. Thus Axel's jungle is not welcoming, but very very sexy
2. The Ramones. And I mean that with the utmost respect and humble allegiance to their Musical-God-ness.
3. Eddie Vedder (if I didn't kill him via exhaustion before), Billy Idol, Jon Bon-Jovi (please don't mock me, I'm not talking about musical skill here, people), Slash, Jimi Hendrix (in no particular order, except Eddie)
4. Because it's made out of pigs. And pigs are mean.
5. There are many. Too many to possibly name. Although I do rather like that part from Welcome to the Jungle, speaking of, where he goes "shananananananannanana knees knees!!!!!!" in his Axel-crazy voice.
-k
ps - thanks for the bisquit recipe
Again, answering my own questions is pathetic, but I'm bored, so here we go:
1. How could you not feel welcome in Axel's jungle? There is fun and games.
2. I agree--the Ramones are hideous. I would also add the guitar player from Motley Crue, and on drums, it's gotta be Lars Ulrich. No matter the decade, that guy is hideous.
3. Morgan's Dream Team:
As our singer: Billie Joe Armstrong. It's just gotta be.
Lead guitar: Slash. I would seriously bathe in his sweat.
Bass: D'Arcy from the Smashing Pumpkins. She was just hot in a kind of miserable way.
Drums: Dave Grohl. Except now, not in Nirvana days. He's hot as the Fourth of July.
4. It's a vast Jewish conspiracy. Just like the Oscars and Steven Spielberg's failure to pick Michael Jackson as Peter Pan in Hook.
5. There's a line in The Donna's Take Me to the Backseat that says "Let's make it sticky sweet" and seriously, I can't think of a better way to describe good sex.
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