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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Breasts & Beasts: High Society

"The time to make up your mind about people is never" said Tracy Lord in "High Society."

Many people have made up their minds though, about the breast-baring liberal, the mucking-around-malaysian, and The-Girl-In-Pink-Who-Can't-Keep-Up.

The whole fracas, that was kicked up because of a breast-baring incident amongst the Sg Blogarati, has been simply that: a fracas.

I'd say something more. But I've already wasted enough time indulging my paparazzi-curiosity. Reading time last night was spent scouring through the Sg blogosphere, in an attempt to find out what happened in that private function room after the inaugural Bloggers dot Sg convention.

In a nut-shell (a haphazard guess & summary) :
1) A liberal, did something liberal, in a private context.
2) Men (and maybe some women) hooted.
3) A hairy-chested man grinned and did something somewhat idiotic later on in his blog.
4) The-Girl-In-Pink responded.
5) Someone came up with a weirdy "Project Free Speech" thingy
6) That thingy is a mutant combo of gospel-meets-gossip, strange-social-experiment, psychotic blog-stalking and horrible-waste-of-time.

In the midst of all this, some very smart blogs (NOT THIS ONE HOR) have been left lonely at the bar while eyeballs get drawn to nipples, nitpicking and nefarious nonsense.

To them, these blogs that are champagne for the brain, I dedicate Robbie William's rendition of "Well Did you Evah!"

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I have heard among this clan,
You are called the forgotten man
(is that what they’re saying, well did you evah!)
(what a swell party this is)

And have you heard the story of,
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
(sounds like your soap opera~)
I may cry ...
(tune in tomorrow)
(what a swell party this is)

(what frails, what frocks) what broads!
(what furs, what rocks!) they’re bootiful.
(why I’ve never seen such gaity) neither have i.
(it’s all just too, too risque really)

This french~ champagne
(so good for the brain)
thats what I was going to say.
(you know you’re a brilliant fellow? ) why thank you
(pick up jack.)
Please don’t eat that glass my friend

(have you heard, about dear blanche? )
(got run down by an avalanche) no!
(oh don’t worry, she’s a game girl you know, got up and finished 4th)
The kids got guts. (having a nice time? grab a line!)

Have you heard that mimsie starr
(what now?)
She got pinched in the assss~tor bar
...
(not again aye~)
She was stoned~!
Well, did you evah? (never!)
WHAT A SWELL PARTY THIS IS!

hey, check out that lass.
that's a lovely dress...
(u think I can talk her out of it?)


It’s great,
(aahh it's great...)
so grand! (so grand...)
It’s wa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Wonderland!
La La~ da da da......

(we sing,)
Oh we sing..
(so rare) so rare
(like old camembert)
(like baba au rhum!)
ba ba ba BUM~
Don’t dig that kind of croning chum!

Have you heard? it’s in the stars
NEXT JULY WE COLLIDE WITH MARS!~
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party!!
A swelligant! elegant! Paaarty this is!

(I drink to your health)
Naaaw, lets drink to your wealth
(you’re my bon’amie) hey, thats french
A liberty fraternity

Have you heard? it’s in the stars
NEXT JULY WE COLLIDE WITH MARS!~
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party...
a swell party...

A swelligant! elegant! Paaarty this is!
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2 Comments:

At 2:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you know that Professor Munch,
ate his wife and divorced his lunch? =)

 
At 2:43 AM, Blogger audaciousjoy said...

AND
Mr Branch,
was punched,
at the brunch!!!

 

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