Childhood bad taste
When we start out in the world it's not our fault if we accidentally latch on to liking really bad stuff. Well, at least, that's the only reason I can come up with for owning Huey Lewis and the News' album Fore!
What early bad taste can you confess to?
( , Fri 10 Dec 2004, 13:24)
When we start out in the world it's not our fault if we accidentally latch on to liking really bad stuff. Well, at least, that's the only reason I can come up with for owning Huey Lewis and the News' album Fore!
What early bad taste can you confess to?
( , Fri 10 Dec 2004, 13:24)
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now a song that has been good to me over the years........
I had my first girlfriend, aged 9. She was the cool girl at school. I danced with her mate at the disco. She dumped me, What’s the best thing to do? Not just to leave it, not just to utter “ I’m well out of your league anyway ,doll” and tell every one I had felt her boobies. (I was 9; boobies were a big deal. especially to her. She was the only one to have any.*) Oh no, I sang a shitty, cheezy pop tune to her. In front of the whole school, during a fire drill. A school that’s over 1000 pupils. What was the sound track to one of the most gut wrenchingly, arse hole tightningly, cringe worthy moment of my pre-pubescent life?
“ Babe I love you soooo, and I want you to know,
That I’m, gonna miss your love,
The minute you walk out that door”
(Feel free to join in! Any one can enter this nightmare!)
“Please don’t go, please don’t go, don’t goooooooooo, I’m begging you to stay, please don’t go.”
That song plagues my nightmares. I still see her now and again, and she still mentions it. In reply, I remind her that I am still well out of her league, then tell everyone I felt her boobies.
Bad taste on so many levels.
Any one remember who sang it?
* Apart from Iqubal the fat Asian guy. Man-breast factor 5.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2004, 17:46, Reply)
I had my first girlfriend, aged 9. She was the cool girl at school. I danced with her mate at the disco. She dumped me, What’s the best thing to do? Not just to leave it, not just to utter “ I’m well out of your league anyway ,doll” and tell every one I had felt her boobies. (I was 9; boobies were a big deal. especially to her. She was the only one to have any.*) Oh no, I sang a shitty, cheezy pop tune to her. In front of the whole school, during a fire drill. A school that’s over 1000 pupils. What was the sound track to one of the most gut wrenchingly, arse hole tightningly, cringe worthy moment of my pre-pubescent life?
“ Babe I love you soooo, and I want you to know,
That I’m, gonna miss your love,
The minute you walk out that door”
(Feel free to join in! Any one can enter this nightmare!)
“Please don’t go, please don’t go, don’t goooooooooo, I’m begging you to stay, please don’t go.”
That song plagues my nightmares. I still see her now and again, and she still mentions it. In reply, I remind her that I am still well out of her league, then tell everyone I felt her boobies.
Bad taste on so many levels.
Any one remember who sang it?
* Apart from Iqubal the fat Asian guy. Man-breast factor 5.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2004, 17:46, Reply)
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