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August 20, 2002

Crimson in clover

Fucking clit-tease Irishman GSI needs to quit going around having the attractive accent all the time and stay in his bloody lounge where he can't drive innocent receptionists into lust-crazed frenzies. Goddammit. "Ohh, I'm SHANE, I'm from DUBLIN, potato potato shamrock pub." Teasing BASTARD. Mrmrmrnmrnm. Mngm.

No hot freaking Irishmen were harmed in the making of this blog. Now get over here, Blarney-boy.

Posted by didofoot at August 20, 2002 03:35 PM

Comments

graph graph, calm yourself. he isn't even that cute. it's just the accent.

Posted by: tracy at August 20, 2002 03:47 PM

well this is what i'm saying. look as long as he keeps his mouth shut we'll get along fine.

I AM THE LEPRACHAUN! aiee! oof.

Posted by: didofoot at August 20, 2002 03:51 PM

silly. leprechauns don't wear camoflage.

Posted by: michele at August 20, 2002 03:54 PM

they're in green, in't?

Posted by: didofoot at August 20, 2002 03:55 PM

but DO camoflage as an accessory.

Posted by: tracy at August 20, 2002 03:56 PM

I saw "Waking Ned Devine" once.

Posted by: jason at August 20, 2002 04:30 PM

as did i. once.

Posted by: michele at August 20, 2002 04:34 PM

Those days are gone now.

Posted by: jason at August 20, 2002 04:36 PM

good times. good times.

Posted by: dildofool at August 20, 2002 04:36 PM

ahhhhh. anonymous love.
precious. truly precious.

Posted by: marc at August 20, 2002 04:37 PM

mmruh (scooby doo noise of inquiry)?

Posted by: dinofood at August 20, 2002 04:39 PM

a farcical comment to your blog, unless of course said irishman reads your blog. then still farcical but not so anonymous.

Posted by: barc at August 20, 2002 06:56 PM

There's nothing farcical, or anonymous, or Irish, about true love. Cynics like you make me sick.

Posted by: jason at August 20, 2002 07:02 PM

oh...poor jason.
of course true love isn't farcical. only comments about anonymous love are.
didn't you read men are from mars...
oh...poor jason. come rest your head on my bosom and cry like i know you can.

Posted by: harc at August 20, 2002 07:23 PM

tasty irish meat pasty.......

Posted by: mikael at August 21, 2002 08:15 AM

p.s. are you stealing jimmy eat world song lyrics for your titles now?

Posted by: michele at August 21, 2002 08:16 AM

noooo. jimmy eat world stole crimson in clover from an eighties song of the same name.

Posted by: didoboot at August 21, 2002 08:56 AM

oh really? oh are they? scrubs. steal em! scrubs.

Posted by: michele at August 21, 2002 09:01 AM

yes and i knew a girl who swore that if a boy ever played that song for her, the original, she would marry him. that is how much she loved it. freak.

my theory is every girl has a song like that. but you can never tell your song.

Posted by: didofoot at August 21, 2002 09:06 AM

okay, here's what you do, see. next time he comes around and tingles your box, just look at him and say, "uallachain!" (wall-eh-hen). this means "little arrogant person" in gaelic.

the anglicized/americanized version of that word, by the way, is "holohan."

aw, yeah.

Posted by: tokamack at August 21, 2002 09:18 AM

FYI, youngsters:

"Crimson & Clover" was written and originally performed by Tommy James and the Shondells, NOT Joan Jett, altho the Joan Jett version rocks.

thankyoudrivethru.

Posted by: ian at August 21, 2002 02:48 PM

heh heh.

Posted by: tracy at August 21, 2002 02:53 PM

If you listen to the Jimmy Eat World song, you will know that there are several references to other songs. Ie., "My House In the Middle of the Street", "Kickstart my Rock n Roll Heart"...it's a song praising rock and roll. Duh.

Posted by: me at March 28, 2003 10:48 PM

crimson and clover is playing on the theatrical trailer for 'Monster'

Posted by: jeff at June 19, 2004 02:19 PM

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