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 Seriously. These just get more and more embarrassing. But you keep asking for them. So I keep posting them. And in 15 years, Paul is going to be less than pleased that his banana-coated mug was plastered on the internet.
Also? I love Deb. Because she sends me amazing things like this. And a little unicorn makes [...] You: Hey, are you ever going to, you know, write stuff again? Me: Maybe? You: Seriously? Me: I’m sort of in the middle of throwing myself a pity party and I don’t like writing those posts any more than you like reading them. You: So it’s just going to be these half-assed uke videos for the next bit? Me: Seems like. [...] Do you ever find yourself unable to will yourself out of the shower, slowly cranking up the temperature bit by bit in the hopes that either the scalding water or inevitable cold water that follows will force you to flee your warm, quiet cocoon? Ok, me either. So it’s not that I don’t try and record a uke [...] This song always makes me think of Bridget Callahan. Well I guess not ALWAYS. I mean, I knew the song before I knew Bridgette. So before I met her it didn’t make me think of her. Because obviously. Why yes, we are still having sleep issues. How could you tell? Have I mentioned I tend to sort of [...] You know that saying about not having anything nice to say? Yeah. So I’m a little crabby. Maybe I’ve been a little crabby for a while. But this week has just left me extra brittle and busted. Like Lilo’s crotch. Sorry Lilo. See?!?! I’m already ruining my resolve to be nice today. I’d just like to make it one [...] Nothing in this world (0r any other) is sexier than a good looking fella that can laugh at himself. I’m serious. Nothing. No. Thing. NOTHING.
*sigh* See also: Paul Rudd, Tom Smothers, all the other Monkees, and a whole mess of others I’ll think of months from now when I’m sleeping again. Anyway. This is not my favorite Monkees song, but [...] Note to self: If you pick a song with “ukulele” already in the title, naming your post gets much easier. I should probably clarify that I’m not in this video. Seems I’m not feeling super well. I think I have a bug. Or a ukulele. Or fourteen or so. Currently residing in my lower intestine. And for some [...] This is a little more Molly Shannon and less Karen Carpenter, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
And confession time: I’m totally counting down the moments til Sir Paul is asleep and I can launch into my wild Friday night plans – binging on American Idol and popcorn. Do I know how to party [...] Unless ukes have thorns. One of those things. Currently both my ukes are covered in vomit. Hence this fast, sloppy video. ….and SCENE. May your VD not involve you contracting any new VDs. Next year I’ll buy you something shiny. Probably. And as [...] |
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