10-16-2003, 06:59 PM
Edit--Yes, I know I mis-spelled embarrasing...I suck at the typing--
So I was driving back from White Castle this afternoon and I realize there is nothing on the radio. I start flipping around and come to Z100 who is playing some old Bon Jovi, so I keep it there. It's a nice day and I have my window down in the car, and I come to a stoplight. It's at this moment that I realize that I'm now singing to the music.
I sing in my car more often than I care to admit. I also happen to be one of the worst singers ever to attempt to carry a tune. Most of the time, I sing and don't even realize it. That's what happened today, but it was worse.
You see, the Bon Jovi song had ended and the next song came on the radio. I guess I was on auto-pilot, because I didn't even realize that another song had come on the radio. The song that had come on after Living on a Prayer was the Hillary Duff song Yesterday. Well, I realize I'm singing and turn my head to the left and see a rather comely woman in the car looking at me with a strange mix of amusement and disgust. And I can understand her reaction...a guy in a car belting out a Hillary Duff song is not normal. Well, the light mercifully turns green and she turns left, leaving me to drive back to work and contemplate what has just occurred. I'm left with several questions:
1. How do I know the words to a Hillary Duff song? I don't usually listen to pop stations, and I would never associate myself with people who have that CD in their 5 disc changer. But, apparently, I know the lyrics
2. Does it make me gay to be singing that song?
3. Does having inappropriate thoughts about Hillary Duff cancel out the fag-osity mentioned in question 2?
4. If I ever were to meet the woman in the other car again, could I somehow turn this into a way to get into her pants?
Edited By Doc on 1066333382
So I was driving back from White Castle this afternoon and I realize there is nothing on the radio. I start flipping around and come to Z100 who is playing some old Bon Jovi, so I keep it there. It's a nice day and I have my window down in the car, and I come to a stoplight. It's at this moment that I realize that I'm now singing to the music.
I sing in my car more often than I care to admit. I also happen to be one of the worst singers ever to attempt to carry a tune. Most of the time, I sing and don't even realize it. That's what happened today, but it was worse.
You see, the Bon Jovi song had ended and the next song came on the radio. I guess I was on auto-pilot, because I didn't even realize that another song had come on the radio. The song that had come on after Living on a Prayer was the Hillary Duff song Yesterday. Well, I realize I'm singing and turn my head to the left and see a rather comely woman in the car looking at me with a strange mix of amusement and disgust. And I can understand her reaction...a guy in a car belting out a Hillary Duff song is not normal. Well, the light mercifully turns green and she turns left, leaving me to drive back to work and contemplate what has just occurred. I'm left with several questions:
1. How do I know the words to a Hillary Duff song? I don't usually listen to pop stations, and I would never associate myself with people who have that CD in their 5 disc changer. But, apparently, I know the lyrics
2. Does it make me gay to be singing that song?
3. Does having inappropriate thoughts about Hillary Duff cancel out the fag-osity mentioned in question 2?
4. If I ever were to meet the woman in the other car again, could I somehow turn this into a way to get into her pants?
Edited By Doc on 1066333382
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.