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  • cowboywho@libranigans.comC cowboywho@libranigans.com

    @monkeyninja There is an actual gravy song ... https://youtu.be/MsRY9vqr9rA

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    #10

    @CowboyWho @monkeyninja In Australia, we have a whole Gravy Day (21st December) thanks to this song 😄
    https://youtu.be/noDE38viJN0?si=5uhiFx8mnYDiK-9w

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    • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

      The year is 1992.
      I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
      I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
      Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
      I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
      “Hello?”
      “Honey, it’s me.”
      “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
      “I need you to translate something for me.”
      “Right now?”
      “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
      “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
      “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

      The phone is put near the radio

      “Could you hear it honey?”
      “…Yes?”
      “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
      “…I’m sorry, what now?”
      “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

      I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

      “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
      “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

      I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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      #11

      The Tragically Hip

      🎵

      “Porridge, it couldn’t come at a worse time.”

      https://youtu.be/FhpezwGtDEg?t=104&si=YGM-4igdngg2kTFM

      @monkeyninja

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      • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

        The year is 1992.
        I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
        I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
        Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
        I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
        “Hello?”
        “Honey, it’s me.”
        “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
        “I need you to translate something for me.”
        “Right now?”
        “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
        “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
        “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

        The phone is put near the radio

        “Could you hear it honey?”
        “…Yes?”
        “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
        “…I’m sorry, what now?”
        “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

        I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

        “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
        “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

        I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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        #12

        @monkeyninja I hope someday K.D. Lang hears this story. Your mom is a hoot!

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        • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

          The year is 1992.
          I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
          I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
          Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
          I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
          “Hello?”
          “Honey, it’s me.”
          “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
          “I need you to translate something for me.”
          “Right now?”
          “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
          “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
          “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

          The phone is put near the radio

          “Could you hear it honey?”
          “…Yes?”
          “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
          “…I’m sorry, what now?”
          “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

          I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

          “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
          “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

          I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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          #13

          @monkeyninja This is the most wholesome story I've heard all day.

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          • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

            The year is 1992.
            I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
            I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
            Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
            I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
            “Hello?”
            “Honey, it’s me.”
            “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
            “I need you to translate something for me.”
            “Right now?”
            “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
            “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
            “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

            The phone is put near the radio

            “Could you hear it honey?”
            “…Yes?”
            “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
            “…I’m sorry, what now?”
            “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

            I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

            “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
            “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

            I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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            #14

            @monkeyninja In Spanish there's a whole sub-genre on how English songs "sounds" to a native -Spanish- speaker. For example, "We're not going to take it", if you say "huevos con aceite" sounds equal 🙃 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNoxyL0C4jI

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            • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

              The year is 1992.
              I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
              I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
              Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
              I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
              “Hello?”
              “Honey, it’s me.”
              “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
              “I need you to translate something for me.”
              “Right now?”
              “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
              “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
              “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

              The phone is put near the radio

              “Could you hear it honey?”
              “…Yes?”
              “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
              “…I’m sorry, what now?”
              “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

              I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

              “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
              “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

              I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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              @monkeyninja

              Every Thanksgiving I make stuffing waffles, and I GodBlessGravy.

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              • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                The year is 1992.
                I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                “Hello?”
                “Honey, it’s me.”
                “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                “I need you to translate something for me.”
                “Right now?”
                “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                The phone is put near the radio

                “Could you hear it honey?”
                “…Yes?”
                “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                @monkeyninja fifteen minutes in waldenbooks 1992 please.

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                • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                  The year is 1992.
                  I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                  I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                  Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                  I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                  “Hello?”
                  “Honey, it’s me.”
                  “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                  “I need you to translate something for me.”
                  “Right now?”
                  “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                  “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                  “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                  The phone is put near the radio

                  “Could you hear it honey?”
                  “…Yes?”
                  “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                  “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                  “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                  I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                  “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                  “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                  I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                  @monkeyninja

                  What's the next line - "hallway beans"?
                  Do they go with the gravy?

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                  • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                    The year is 1992.
                    I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                    I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                    Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                    I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                    “Hello?”
                    “Honey, it’s me.”
                    “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                    “I need you to translate something for me.”
                    “Right now?”
                    “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                    “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                    “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                    The phone is put near the radio

                    “Could you hear it honey?”
                    “…Yes?”
                    “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                    “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                    “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                    I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                    “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                    “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                    I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                    #18

                    @monkeyninja At the time that Grisham was really hot, so were some cheeky, oblique self-help books. (Much less direct than later pop-sci; they were 'fun'.) I had a vivid dream that Grisham put one out, and I wandered into a Waldenbooks where it had its own display. The publisher hired people who looked like lawyers to stand around it. The book was titled, "Take Time to Smell the Pepper Grinders". I wish to FSM I was making that up. It's not even clever. It doesn't even make any sense.

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                    • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                      The year is 1992.
                      I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                      I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                      Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                      I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                      “Hello?”
                      “Honey, it’s me.”
                      “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                      “I need you to translate something for me.”
                      “Right now?”
                      “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                      “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                      “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                      The phone is put near the radio

                      “Could you hear it honey?”
                      “…Yes?”
                      “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                      “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                      “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                      I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                      “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                      “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                      I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                      @monkeyninja best mondegreen ever.
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                      • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                        The year is 1992.
                        I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                        I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                        Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                        I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                        “Hello?”
                        “Honey, it’s me.”
                        “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                        “I need you to translate something for me.”
                        “Right now?”
                        “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                        “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                        “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                        The phone is put near the radio

                        “Could you hear it honey?”
                        “…Yes?”
                        “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                        “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                        “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                        I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                        “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                        “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                        I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                        #20

                        @monkeyninja is anyone here in these replies NOT singing "God Bless Gravy" right now?

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                        • llanero24@social.mollejuo.comL llanero24@social.mollejuo.com

                          @monkeyninja In Spanish there's a whole sub-genre on how English songs "sounds" to a native -Spanish- speaker. For example, "We're not going to take it", if you say "huevos con aceite" sounds equal 🙃 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNoxyL0C4jI

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                          @llanero24 @monkeyninja

                          Ken Leeeeeeeeeeee!

                          - YouTube

                          Auf YouTube findest du die angesagtesten Videos und Tracks. Außerdem kannst du eigene Inhalte hochladen und mit Freunden oder gleich der ganzen Welt teilen.

                          favicon

                          (www.youtube.com)

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                          • littlebobbytables@mstdn.socialL littlebobbytables@mstdn.social

                            @monkeyninja

                            Every Thanksgiving I make stuffing waffles, and I GodBlessGravy.

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                            #22

                            @monkeyninja

                            You all thought I was posing.

                            Stuffing.

                            Waffles.

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                            • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                              The year is 1992.
                              I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                              I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                              Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                              I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                              “Hello?”
                              “Honey, it’s me.”
                              “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                              “I need you to translate something for me.”
                              “Right now?”
                              “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                              “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                              “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                              The phone is put near the radio

                              “Could you hear it honey?”
                              “…Yes?”
                              “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                              “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                              “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                              I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                              “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                              “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                              I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                              #23

                              @monkeyninja Are you Howard from the Big Bang Theory?

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                              • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                                The year is 1992.
                                I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                                I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                                Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                                I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                                “Hello?”
                                “Honey, it’s me.”
                                “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                                “I need you to translate something for me.”
                                “Right now?”
                                “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                                “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                                “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                                The phone is put near the radio

                                “Could you hear it honey?”
                                “…Yes?”
                                “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                                “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                                “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                                I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                                “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                                “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                                I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                                #24

                                @monkeyninja My daughter was at one point heavily into Imagine Dragons. I asked her what the song was she kept playing that sounded, through two doors and a hallway, like "rubber dumpling, rubber rubber dumpling".
                                After some humming she worked out I was talking about the lyrics"welcome to a new age" from Radioactive. #EggCorn

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                                • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                                  The year is 1992.
                                  I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                                  I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                                  Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                                  I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                                  “Hello?”
                                  “Honey, it’s me.”
                                  “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                                  “I need you to translate something for me.”
                                  “Right now?”
                                  “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                                  “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                                  “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                                  The phone is put near the radio

                                  “Could you hear it honey?”
                                  “…Yes?”
                                  “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                                  “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                                  “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                                  I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                                  “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                                  “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                                  I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                                  @monkeyninja
                                  Happy enchilada
                                  https://youtu.be/USTIcPMIn7I

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                                  • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                                    The year is 1992.
                                    I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                                    I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                                    Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                                    I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                                    “Hello?”
                                    “Honey, it’s me.”
                                    “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                                    “I need you to translate something for me.”
                                    “Right now?”
                                    “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                                    “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                                    “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                                    The phone is put near the radio

                                    “Could you hear it honey?”
                                    “…Yes?”
                                    “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                                    “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                                    “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                                    I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                                    “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                                    “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                                    I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                                    morri@norden.social
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                                    #26

                                    @monkeyninja vamos a laplaya ohohohoh. a cheery tune about..... radioactive waste on the beach.

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                                    • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                                      The year is 1992.
                                      I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                                      I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                                      Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                                      I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                                      “Hello?”
                                      “Honey, it’s me.”
                                      “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                                      “I need you to translate something for me.”
                                      “Right now?”
                                      “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                                      “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                                      “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                                      The phone is put near the radio

                                      “Could you hear it honey?”
                                      “…Yes?”
                                      “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                                      “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                                      “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                                      I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                                      “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                                      “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                                      I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

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                                      ldj@mastodon.green
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                                      #27

                                      @monkeyninja This reminds me of when a friend insisted that Paul Young was singing “every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you” 😂 (a cover of the Hall & Oates song)

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                                      • monkeyninja@10base2.devM monkeyninja@10base2.dev

                                        The year is 1992.
                                        I’m employed by Waldenbooks in the mall.
                                        I’m stocking the shelves with the copies of “The Pelican Brief” that have recently arrived.
                                        Dave with the beard (not to be confused with Dave without a beard who was also working that evening) yells across the store that my mother is on the phone.
                                        I’m 16 and this is still embarrassing to me.
                                        “Hello?”
                                        “Honey, it’s me.”
                                        “ Hi mom, what’s up?”
                                        “I need you to translate something for me.”
                                        “Right now?”
                                        “It can’t wait! I’ll forget again!”
                                        “Okay sure mom, what is it?”
                                        “There’s a song that keeps coming on the radio and I need to know what they’re saying, here quickly before it finishes!”

                                        The phone is put near the radio

                                        “Could you hear it honey?”
                                        “…Yes?”
                                        “Oh thank God! Are they really singing, ‘God Bless Gravy’ or am I losing it?”
                                        “…I’m sorry, what now?”
                                        “Gravy. God Bless Gravy. Is that what they’re saying?”

                                        I pinch the bridge of my nose as only an exasperated teenager is capable of doing before I answer.

                                        “The song is ‘Constant Craving’ mom…by K.D. Lang…did you really think they were saying ’God Bless Gravy’?”
                                        “Well that’s what I heard! Thanks honey, see you tonight!”

                                        I keep hoping that I will some day meet K.D. Lang so I can convey the story. My mother continues to be a fan and when she still cooked, sang that song any time she was making gravy.

                                        datn@xoxo.zoneD This user is from outside of this forum
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                                        datn@xoxo.zone
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                                        #28

                                        @monkeyninja extremely relatable. for the first half of my life I *only* received lyrics in this way.

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                                        • wesdym@mastodon.socialW wesdym@mastodon.social

                                          @monkeyninja At the time that Grisham was really hot, so were some cheeky, oblique self-help books. (Much less direct than later pop-sci; they were 'fun'.) I had a vivid dream that Grisham put one out, and I wandered into a Waldenbooks where it had its own display. The publisher hired people who looked like lawyers to stand around it. The book was titled, "Take Time to Smell the Pepper Grinders". I wish to FSM I was making that up. It's not even clever. It doesn't even make any sense.

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                                          #29

                                          @wesdym Maybe in your mind, pepper grinders are deeply untrustworthy and should be subjected to periodic assessment of their state. Taking time to smell the pepper grinders to offset the possibility of a Tellicherry Takeover

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