Showing posts with label bill cosby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bill cosby. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
The Perils of The Ghostbusters Lyrics
If there's something strange in your neighborhood
Who you gonna call?
I mean that depends on the specifics, right?
Are we talking about a downed power line? Because then I'd call PECO, or some electrical company representative to let them know.
Or if it's a mysterious package, I'll call the police and report it. Sure, we're like 18 years removed from 9/11, but still, "see something, say something" continues to be a good practice.
Now, if we're talking about a creepy looking guy in trench coat, I'll probably assess the whether. Is rain expected? Is it too warm for such wardrobe? Is it simply Mrs. Bradley off of her meds again? There's much to be considered.
Though, if it's Mr. Bradley in the trench coat, I'll likely call the Ghostbusters, because he died three Summers ago.
If there's something weird
And it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
Again, very vague.
I mean right now, those spotted lantern flies are pretty goddamn weird.
And after stepping on them, we know who to call and report the sighting to: the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture. Or, the hotline set up by Penn State University,1-888-4BAD-FLY.
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
See, if you said that once, I'd have believed you. But repeating it makes me question your sincerity.
If you're seeing things running through your head
Who you gonna call?
A psychologist!
Unless you mean, literally running through my head, then a dermatologist! Because lice, like the Wu Tang Clan, ain't nothin' to fuck with.
An invisible man
Sleeping in your bed
Who you gonna call?
An intruder is sleeping in my bed! I'll call the police!
...wait, how can I see they're sleeping in my bed if they're invisible in the first place?
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Yeah. I...I know.
Who you gonna call?
Look, I'm starting to think you're just lonely.
If you're all alone
Pick up the phone
And call...
Do you just need someone to talk to? I have a good psychologist I can recommend.
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I know! No one is saying you are!
I hear it likes the girls
What?!? That's fucked up! Seriously, I don't think I EVER realized that was the lyric.
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Don't go changing the subject now.
This apparition sounds like a goddamn creep, and not in the typical creepy "ghost" way, but rather in like a "Ghost Dad" starring Bill Cosby way!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
So you agree! It's a Cosby type ghost?!?
Okay, let's think about this a moment. We need to report this ghost's behavior.
Who ya gonna call?
I don't know! That's what I'm trying to figure out. The police? Hannibal Buress?
If you've had a dose of a freaky ghost baby
You better call...
A dose? Ghost baby?
You mean you think he's impregnated some of these aforementioned girls? HOLY SHIT! This goes fucking deep!
Lemme tell ya something...
Go on...
Bustin' makes me feel good!
"Bustin'?" You mean bustin' a nut?
...WHAT THE FUCK?!?
Have you been the ghost this whole time?!?
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Our mere mortal laws can't even touch you, can they?
What do you want from me?
Don't get caught alone no no
I'm not joining forces with you, you piece of shit!
You're on your own!
When it comes through your door
Unless you just want some more
Are you threatening me now, you piece of garbage?
I think you better call
Oh, I'm going to call! I'LL CALL EVERYONE I KNOW, BUDDY!
Who ya gonna call?
I just told you, EVERYBODY!
Who ya gonna call?
I'm not giving you specifics! I don't need to disclose my game plan to you, ya dirty rape ghost! This isn't a court! You have no constitutional right to know what evidence I'll use against you here!
I think you better call
Look, I'm dialing right now!
Who ya gonna call?
Are you fucking deaf?
I can't hear you...
...holy shit, you are deaf!
I'm so sorry.
You haven't heard me this whole time, have you?
Wait a second...Mr. Bradley?
Is that you?
Who ya gonna call?
Oh my God. Mr. Bradley, I'm going to call your son Thomas. I...I think he might know what to do...
Louder
I SAID I'M GOING TO CALL YOUR SON THOMAS. HE STARTED STUDYING THE OCCULT AFTER YOU PASSED AWAY. HE'S BEEN TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO CONTACT YOU FOR THE PAST THREE YEARS!
Who ya gonna call?
THOMAS!
Who can ya call?
HE STUDIES PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, LIKE GHOSTS!
Who ya gonna call?
Oh, Christ. I get it...
"Ghostbusters."
Well played Mr. Bradley. Well played.
Labels:
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HANNIBAL BURESS,
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Thursday, May 11, 2017
Radio Ga Ga...
On April 8th, I wrote about the three iPods that I've owned.
You're welcome to read the (long) post here.
I've been iPod-less since a few days after returning from Florida on March 13th. This was coincidentally about the last time I had a drink. The music really is dead.
Because I have no iPod, I have limited choices. I can attempt to listen to music or podcasts on my phone (YouTube, Spotify, Soundcloud, Stitcher, etc). I say "attempt" because my phone is getting older and sometimes decides, "You're not listening to music on ME today!"
My other choice is to listen to the radio, which is quite frankly, a hellish nightmare.
Here are the 10 things I've notice about listening to the radio in Philadelphia in 2017:
1. 95.7 Ben FM is legally obligated to play Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" once an hour OR "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" twice an hour. I used to like both songs...okay, I still do!
2. 98.1 AKA Oldies 98 considers music from the 90s to be "oldies." Pearl Jam, really?!?
3. 90.9 NPR is a great way for me to start my day of hating Donald Trump...also, it's useful when I need to know the temperature in Manahawkin once an hour.
4. 88.5 WXPN has great music all day...unless there's a telethon, which there always is...especially now with Trump's proposed cuts to NPR.
5. Philly has more channels dedicated to Sports Talk then it has chance of any of it's sports teams making the playoffs.
6. 93.3 is a coolness measuring stick:
You're welcome to read the (long) post here.
I've been iPod-less since a few days after returning from Florida on March 13th. This was coincidentally about the last time I had a drink. The music really is dead.
Because I have no iPod, I have limited choices. I can attempt to listen to music or podcasts on my phone (YouTube, Spotify, Soundcloud, Stitcher, etc). I say "attempt" because my phone is getting older and sometimes decides, "You're not listening to music on ME today!"
My other choice is to listen to the radio, which is quite frankly, a hellish nightmare.
1. 95.7 Ben FM is legally obligated to play Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" once an hour OR "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" twice an hour. I used to like both songs...okay, I still do!
2. 98.1 AKA Oldies 98 considers music from the 90s to be "oldies." Pearl Jam, really?!?
3. 90.9 NPR is a great way for me to start my day of hating Donald Trump...also, it's useful when I need to know the temperature in Manahawkin once an hour.
4. 88.5 WXPN has great music all day...unless there's a telethon, which there always is...especially now with Trump's proposed cuts to NPR.
5. Philly has more channels dedicated to Sports Talk then it has chance of any of it's sports teams making the playoffs.
6. 93.3 is a coolness measuring stick:
- When you were younger you thought Preston & Steve were cool, but as you've grown older you realize, they are definitely not cool.
- When you were younger you thought Pierre Robert was NOT cool, but as you've grown older you realize, he definitely IS cool.
- When you were younger you never heard of Jacky Bam Bam, but as you've grown older you realize, there has never been anyone this cool.
7. 104.5 is still "old lady" music. Sorry Mom.
8. 101.1 should only ever play Christmas Music. That's right fuckers, deal with it in September!
9. 90.1 Temple's Jazz station is likely the soundtrack to which Bill Cosby attacks.
10. I NEED MY FUCKING iPOD BACK!
Labels:
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wogl,
wxpn
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
BILL COSBY, (not by) HIMSELF!
So, as we all know by now, getting a "pudding pop" from Bill Cosby is a terrible thing!
Previously, it merely increased your chances of diabetes, but upon recent evidence, it's been revealed that it could result in both physical and mental anguish, as well as the potential for STDs and unwanted pregnancy.
Rape allegations that have surrounded the one time, prime-time family man, have finally stuck.
Time just put pout a timeline regarding allegations if you wanted more details.
BUT, I have it on good authority that many of Cosby's accomplices are being rounded up. Perhaps this goes deeper than previous imaged...
More to come...
Previously, it merely increased your chances of diabetes, but upon recent evidence, it's been revealed that it could result in both physical and mental anguish, as well as the potential for STDs and unwanted pregnancy.
Rape allegations that have surrounded the one time, prime-time family man, have finally stuck.
Time just put pout a timeline regarding allegations if you wanted more details.
BUT, I have it on good authority that many of Cosby's accomplices are being rounded up. Perhaps this goes deeper than previous imaged...
More to come...
Labels:
allies,
bill cosby,
dumb donald,
jello.,
mortimer ichabod,
ostrich,
picture pages,
pudding pop,
Rape
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