tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14759247.post2918232102380881649..comments2009-10-28T11:54:40.639-07:00Comments on Lady, That's My Skull: LolaSleestakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08512281434803286602noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14759247.post-18396700359984161162009-10-28T11:54:40.639-07:002009-10-28T11:54:40.639-07:00I know! Unless the little boy was English and all ...I know! Unless the little boy was English and all creepily precocious.Sleestakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08512281434803286602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14759247.post-25923603341230982402009-10-28T08:58:33.544-07:002009-10-28T08:58:33.544-07:00"...Nights like this when you were a boy?"
What, ...<i>"...Nights like this when you were a boy?"</i><br /><br />What, are they gonna make Smores and sing campfire songs?Dr. Zaiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153875976834518896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14759247.post-56722583908219516742009-10-23T12:31:41.977-07:002009-10-23T12:31:41.977-07:00Okay, I'll be the one who quotes it:
"Well I left...Okay, I'll be the one who quotes it:<br /><br />"Well I left home just a week before<br />And I'd never ever kissed a woman before<br />But Lola smiled and took me by the hand<br />And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man"Bullyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11708103213119467419noreply@blogger.com