The Coffee Shop

[Aurora]

Yeah, well...

You try singing and typing in a language you don't know... I don't speak japanese, you know.

"I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong"
-Somewhere I belong, Linkin Park

[Birdhead]

*grins* Copy/paste is GOOD. Aren't dedicated people who post lyrics all over the net lovely?
And for a little change of theme: (*frowns* I don't _think_ I've posted this one before...)

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, never mind

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce
And all of my wealth won't buy me health
So I smoke a pint of tea a day

I knew a man, his brain so small
He couldn't think of nothing at all
He's not the same as you and me
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain't got no culture
But it's alright, ma
Everybody must get stoned

I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone

A Simple Desultory Philippic, or, How I was Robert McNamara'd into Submission, by Simon and Garfunkel, of course.

*grins* I just love that, even though I don't understand half the references.. I especially like the bits about the man who "doesn't dig poetry." *grins*
T

Tuibird in Aotearoa
Conservationist, Scientist, and proud of both!
Chocolate lover extraordinaire...
Ahahahaha, ahahahahaha, ahahahaha...
My mission: Bringing Maori to the world!
Spelling Freak and Typo Queen

[Nancy Drew]

i don't dig poetry. all you have to do is put a few gushy words together, and tada. you have a poem.

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. 'Cause you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

[jen26]

Some poetry is just words shoved together, but most is not. Good poetry is the soul expressing itself in the deepest way, and I appreciate even if it's not appealing to your personal taste, Nancy Drew. YOu may not like it, but please don't bash it.

Jen26

[Nancy Drew]

sorry. i'll shut up.

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. 'Cause you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

[jen26]

Oh, don't shut up altogether. You're cute and I love hearing opinions.

Jen26

[Nancy Drew]

i'm "CUTE"?!?!?!?!? what is that supposed to mean?!?!?!?

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. Because you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

[jen26]

You're funny and it was a cute idea to start a coffee shop - not to mention to call yourself Nancy Drew.

Jen26

[Nancy Drew]

why thank you. i still don't like being called 'cute'

*shudder*

animals are cute. i am not.

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. Because you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

[jen26]

whatever you say *sigh*

Jen26

[Nancy Drew]

*grabs a hot chocolate*

yum.

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. Because you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

You have coffee coolatas, right?

[Nancy Drew]

uhhhhh.......i don't know what those are, but yeah, if you can make them out of the ingreidients we have. nice avatar.

You had better start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. Because you're in one. -Pirates of the Carribean

[Cress Shadowdancer]

HEHEHEHE!! Nancy's CUTE! hehehehehehehe. I wouldn't describe her quite that way. heheheheheheh* Starts rolling around on the floor with fiendish glee*

"There is no spoon" The Matrix
Ner Musan Hashima Biranya
READ MERCEDES LACKEY!!!!

[meteorite]

*staggers in*
"Coffee, please."
*Parks under a large coffee urn and trips the dispense lever. A stream of hot coffee pours out and lands in meteorite's mouth. Pye and the bird scramble to get out of the way. It appears to be going straight in, no swallowing. After a couple of minutes, the urn is empty. Meteorite sits up.*
"Thanks, I needed that. Where are the sticky buns?"
*delicate burp*