"We'd like to play for you our hit..."

[spatch]

I just came back from lediva's.

Where I played Rock Band.

Bass.

For like six or seven hours straight.

Our band's name was Pony Poni Poné. There's a story behind it, but lediva never got around to telling it to us.
My guy looked like David Tennant in Tom Baker's trenchcoat.
His name was Abbie Ramone but that was only because I named him before I discovered the trenchcoat.
Everywhere we went, the crowd kept demanding we play Are You Gonna Be My Girl and Paranoid. Apparently they really dug Jet and Sabbath, even after we stopped digging them. (Bands get really sick of playing the same songs over and over again for different crowds. I guess that was our single or something.)
But then we got to London and played Suffragette City and Don't Fear The Reaper.

Friends, this game is made of concentrated awesome.
I think I'm gonna pass out from all the rock star excess.




\m/ And to top off the rock, we watched This Is Spinal Tap afterwards. \m/

Comments

And now you know... the Rest of the Story.

[lediva.livejournal.com]

So, I knew this kid in college who told a story of a girl he went to high school with. She had Tourette's, like the full-on stereotypical randomly-shouting-profanity type. She was understandably embarrassed by this and worked really hard to replace the profanity with something more acceptable to the ears of the general public, except she couldn't usually catch herself ahead of time.

So apparently the high school hallways would occasionally echo with "Fuckshitbitchcunt...PONYPONYPONYPONYPONY!"

So... yeah. That story plus Tony Toni Tone = "Pony Poni Pone".

I am totally a horrible person for finding that hilarious, but hilarious I find it yet.

Re: And now you know... the Rest of the Story.

[kamberlane.livejournal.com]

This wins for me. PONY-PONI-PONE'-PAUEXNAE-POE-NAY!

Re: And now you know... the Rest of the Story.

[spatch]

That is brilliant and fits so well. We are all horrible people for finding it hilarious, but we're all horrible people for other reasons too (like loudly dropping the F-Bomb on It's A Small World in front of two little kids.)

Reminds me a bit of my Mormon friend in high school who, vowing to keep his language clean at all times, came up with creative alternatives to popular prejoratives such as "Flip you" and, instead of "go to hell", "go to bed".

Hearing "GO TO BED!" in the halls is not as hilarious as PONYPONYPONYPONYPONY, though.