Men of the Lounge: Which of these best describes you?

[dawgmom]

Poll question: Men of the Lounge: Which of these best describes you?

[Schema Thing]

1. I like big butts but I can't lie, I also wanna kill, kill, kill

Sean Hannity.

[dawgmom]

12. You have my admiration and thanks, on both counts n/t

[flvegan]

2. I'm a "take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green

and the girls are pretty" sort of guy.

[dawgmom]

11. Noted.

Duly noted. "flvegan: actually admitted that he likes Guns 'n Roses."

[LeftyMom]

20. He saw them in concert!

^ This sort of thing is why you should never date a girl who knows all of your friends.

[dawgmom]

21. The horror....the horror....

...of Axel Rose's screechy, screaming "voice."

[Inchworm]

3. Some people call me Maurice...

It was a toss up between that and Group W. (gah that looks so bad with the current administration)

I think I'll change it to "Group double U"

Group UU

Hmm..

that is all :P

:hi:

[dawgmom]

13. May I call you "Mo" for short? n/t

[old mark]

4. Other - I really am a picker and certainly a grinner, but nobody

better fuckin' call me Maurice.
I also wanna kill, kill, kill, and while I have not yet shot the sheriff, I am planning to do so in the near future.

I don't like the deputy much, either.

Have a great day.

mark

[dawgmom]

14. Note to self

Note to self: Do not call old mark Maurice, as he has somewhat violent tendencies, despite the infectious grin.

[old mark]

24. But I'm a sensitive guy, really...

never mind..

mark

[mainegreen]

5. I'll take 'I like big butts' for 200 Alex!

[dawgmom]

15. Answer:

Of Kim Kardashian and Jenifer Lopez, the one whose butt is real.

[mainegreen]

22. Who is J-Lo?

[SacredCow]

6. When you grow up livin' like a good boy oughta....

And your mama takes a shine to her best son
Something different- all the girls, they seem to like you
Cause you're handsome, like to talk, and a whole lot of fun...

[Deep13]

7. No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man behind blue eyes...

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

[dawgmom]

16. sheesh, man...you're bringin' me down here n/t

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

8. sugar magnoilis

blossoms bloomin
heads are empty, but IDon't care

saw my baby down by the river
knew she'd have to come up soon for air

[pokerfan]

9. I'm a lover and I'm a sinner

'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

[dawgmom]

17. Note to self

Note to self: stop by pokerfan's house around midnight.

[puerco-bellies]

10. Well don't you worry baby Don't worry

Cause I'm right here at home..

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

[taterguy]

18. Just an excitable boy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eUsSXXc8wU&feature=related

[dawgmom]

19. Oh, dear

First you call me immature, and then you tell me you like Warren Zevon. Stop making me like you.

[taterguy]

33. Nothing says likability like a song about necrophilia

[petronius]

23. I'm a Wild Sex (In the Working Class) kind of guy...

I work so hard trying to make a few bucks
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
Theres only one thing keeps me on my feet

I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory
I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me
Of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound

Wild sex in the working class
After five its a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But Im grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet

I work so hard Im thinking of you
I work so hard but Im thinking of you
I work so hard

[DarkTirade]

25. Ack, can't see the poll.

Dupid level 3.

[MilesColtrane]

26. I subscribe to the philosophy of Willie Dixon.

Some folks are built like this
Some folks are built like that
But the way I'm built
Now, don't you call me fat

'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
But I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl need

Some folks they rip and run
Some folks they believe in signs
But if you want to get me, babe
You got to take your time

'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl need

Now, don't you call me fat
Because you know I'm fine
You get me, baby
You've got to take your time

'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl needs

Well, I ain't got the diamonds
And I ain't got gold
But I do have a love
To satisfy your soul

'Cause I'm built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that any little good girl needs.

[Blue-Jay]

27. Other: Stooper Hero!

[billyoc]

28. Sweet surrender on the quayside. You remember we used to run and hide.

In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time.
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline.

Near misses on the dogleap stairways.
French kisses in the darkened doorways.
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold.
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder.

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night.
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights.
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn.
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm.

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go.
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go.
When she's walking by the river and the railway line.
She can still hear him whisper:
"Let's go down to the waterline".

Come on... ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnINgOhOPzE

[Wapsie B]

29. I loved em every one

Ive known some painted ladies, who sparkled in the night
counry girls who loved a lovers moon.
Some Ive never really knew, though I always wanted too,
some I only met once in a room.

Big, little, short or tall, wish I coulda kept em all
ooh, I loved em every one.
Like to thank em for thier charms, holding me in their arms,
ooh, I loved em every one.


Some said they liked my style, others of them stayed a while
some left me in a run.
This is the only way, only way I know to say,
I loved em every one.

Chorus

Heres to the ladies, in saloons, and living rooms,
summer nights that lasted until dawn.
Heres to the memories, everyones a part of me,
ooh, I loved em every one

T.G. Sheppard

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1wepH4Gu5k

[Oeditpus Rex]

30. I'm a gambler

And I'm a runner
But you knew that
When you lay down

I'm a picture
Of ugly stories
I'm a killer
And I'm a clown

Step into the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
My hands are lightning
Upon my gun

My shots are clean
And my shots are final
My shots are deadly
And when it's done

You're as stiff as my smoking barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch and I'm a legend
You're at peace and I must hide

Tell where the hell I'm going
Let my bones fall in the dust
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling
As my Colt begins to rust
In the dust

I'm a killer
I'm a clown
I'm a priest
That's gone to town

[coyotespaw]

31. The Pogues are more my style...

Bless me Father for I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can't help the state I'm in
Down on Rain Street

[panhead1961]

32. I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine

I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you a

[JustABozoOnThisBus]

34. Waiting for a Factory Girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

:hi:

('cept most of the good factories have gone offshore)