just your average... er... correction: just your normal... correction: me. |
My brother would make such a good stand-up comic if he did any of his acts outside the house. He just made up an extemporaneous three minute act mocking his school's lockdown drill. Towards the end, he started making a parody of a parody of "Secret Agent Man." "Little crazy man With a gun in hand..." Physics test tomorrow. It's nothing major. Last test of the quarter. I can afford to have this one dropped and still manage an A. But I should do corrections before Friday... Happy War! My sick sense of humor at work: I sent that phrase to at least five people. "I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song? How long, how long... 'Cause tonight, we can be as one Tonight... Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up, Puts my back up against the wall ... And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart ... Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away ... Oh, wipe your bloodshot eyes ... And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and TV reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die..." - from "Sunday, Bloody Sunday," U2 |