Makes the hard man humble
Jan. 25th, 2008 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonant"One Night In Bangkok" came up on shuffle (this would be because I'm a big giant dork and my kid doesn't yet know enough about music to demand that I shape up), and, man, people, that is totally Rodney McKay talking!
I mean, a young, even more defensive sort of Rodney McKay, where "I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine" translates to "I'm so utterly hopeless with women that I can't tell which are the prostitutes and which are the doctoral students, and it doesn't matter anyway because all of them either laugh at me or throw drinks at me."
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I mean, a young, even more defensive sort of Rodney McKay, where "I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine" translates to "I'm so utterly hopeless with women that I can't tell which are the prostitutes and which are the doctoral students, and it doesn't matter anyway because all of them either laugh at me or throw drinks at me."
Tell me you can't see this
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Date: 1/26/08 04:40 pm (UTC)The spouse says that Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" will drive any other song out of your head. "It's like the sorbet of pop music," he says. But that brings up the question: what earworm did you have that was worse than "Love In An Elevator"?