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Grind up a pig, put it in a can: Scrapple.
Grind up a pig, put it in a can: Scrapple!
Yes I am a Scrapple Man, think I'll have another can;
Grind up a pig, put it in a can: Scrapple.
-A random jingle from "Whacked" (xbox)

So, in light of the realization that dancing does happy-making things to K's butt, we went clubbing last night. It was a blast, uneasy truce between rum & cokes and vodka tonics be damned.

My favorite segue: "Birdhouse In Your Soul" into "Turning Japanese." This is a guaranteed recipe to see me attain Trid-like levels of dancefloor perkiness.

Nookie and a shower - best cure for a hangover, period.

Comments

[angel-renewed.livejournal.com]

It's to cold to club up here. I ain't leaving the house until it's above freezing out there.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

turned the AC on yesterday.

feel free to hate me. ;-)

[angel-renewed.livejournal.com]

Hate Hate Hate
>;-P

[katyakoshka.livejournal.com]

I've been recently reawakening to the fun potential of clubbing in one's own locale. Okay, for me, that's, um... 33 miles away, but I have a place to sleep currently. *grin*

OH OH!

[geeki.livejournal.com]

Remind me to force you to listen to Beautiful South.

There... an.. English Pop band for lack of a better term.

However they have several lovely songs... about

The woman who is chopped up and left in the walls of a mans house.
A couple who love each other so much they literally become each other (she grows hair on her back and he shaves)
A woman who is so angry at her ex she murders him
The man who drinks himself to death...etc

/sigh

I love that band.