There's a time for a love and a time for living

Yes, I am the Lord. The Lord, Tony Danza. I guess that's why I'm glowing

We've all heard the classic stories of misunderstood lyrics..."There's a bathroom on the right"...."Hold on while I kiss this guy"...and I even have a few of my own to add:
"Kissing the night away" aka "Pissing the night away" (Chumbawumba)
"How can I have sex without you?" aka "How can I exist without you?" (some mediocre forgettable band from high school)
So apparently (not apparently...actually) there's a website FULL of misheard lyrics stories. My favorite has to be "There ain't no hall of fat girls". I'm sure you can figure out the song.

Everyone has a blog...even Darth Vader (via Bre). I don't get a lot of the references (re: I'm not a Star Wars superfan), but I love the bio:
Darth Vader is an immaculately conceived knight-bastard imbued with magical powers who rules the known galaxy at the right hand of the merciless and brilliant Emperor Palpatine I. Though he maintains palaces on both Coruscant and Vjun, Vader spends most of his time travelling aboard Executor, the flagship of his deadly pan-galactic armada. He enjoys fixing things, listening to music, and crushing people's tracheas with his mind.
Knight-bastard...funny.

Pat O'Brien/Rosie O'Donnell Mash Up (via daily roundup). Funniest. Thing. Ever. Can't you just picture this as a Robert Smigel cartoon? My coworkers didn't find it as hilarious and I wouldn't have even told them about it b/c we don't have that relationship of "Oohh, check out this funny thing I found, I'll send you the link" but after I started laughing hysterically they of course asked "What's so funny?" and I had to tell them....which met w/ blankish stares and no laughter whatsoever. Maybe it was the "I want to lick your pussy line" that didn't do it for them...

Holy Cow! Tony flips his kart (via whatevs). This post is just full of Tony Danza goodness! On a side note, I had a go-kart as a child and I used to always turn corners really fast in an attempt to throw the housekeeper's daughter off b/c I hated her. Yes, I said housekeeper. We were a very prestigious family living in the outskirts of Gilmer, TX in a neigborhood consisting of half houses, half trailers (we were a house, obvs...home phone number 734-5108- strange that I still remember than from when I was 10) Not that there's anything wrong with trailers, they make great homes for poor people.
R.