Look. I don't need any airhorns. I don't need anyone hooting and hollering. I don't need a row of guys with "Mike Is The Coolest. Ever" spelled out on their chests. I'm not going to have Christmas lights attached to my suit or a blowup life vest underneath it, and I don't expect any of the ladies to flash me. Much. I don't intend to do a pratfall, and I'm not really hot on the idea of "raising the roof" or "milking the kitten" on stage.
If you want to clap a little harder when they say my name, that's fine. And if you feel like starting a slow chant of "Wings...and....Vodka....Wings...and....Vodka," a low chant that slowly builds to a mid-sized roar, the kind of roar that makes them stop the ceremony for a few seconds so that everyone can catch their breath, well, that's fine, too. I won't stop you.
But this is a serious occasion, so let's try to be civil.
I hope that wasnt your graduation speech. ANN HUH SOO ANN HUH SOO ANN HUH SOO
Posted by: | May 20, 2006 at 06:59 PM
It has also been theorized that seasonal allergies could contribute to ocular migraines since the atmospheric changes would be similar to those of someone traveling cross-country via airplane.
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yeah, just wonderful :) Let me just say the girls do not talk to each other like that! And then a few minutes later the same two boys were best friends. I do not get it.
Posted by: Law and legal studies school | August 11, 2010 at 02:52 AM