The year is 1992
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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.
@monkeyninja I hope someday K.D. Lang hears this story. Your mom is a hoot!
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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.
@monkeyninja This is the most wholesome story I've heard all day.
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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.
@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 -
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.
Every Thanksgiving I make stuffing waffles, and I GodBlessGravy.
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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.
@monkeyninja fifteen minutes in waldenbooks 1992 please.
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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.
What's the next line - "hallway beans"?
Do they go with the gravy? -
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.
@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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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.
@monkeyninja best mondegreen ever. -
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.
@monkeyninja is anyone here in these replies NOT singing "God Bless Gravy" right now?
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@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=jNoxyL0C4jIKen Leeeeeeeeeeee!
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Every Thanksgiving I make stuffing waffles, and I GodBlessGravy.
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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.
@monkeyninja Are you Howard from the Big Bang Theory?
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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.
@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 -
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.
@monkeyninja
Happy enchilada
https://youtu.be/USTIcPMIn7I -
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.
@monkeyninja vamos a laplaya ohohohoh. a cheery tune about..... radioactive waste on the beach.
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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.
@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”
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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.
@monkeyninja extremely relatable. for the first half of my life I *only* received lyrics in this way.
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@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.
@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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@Littlebobbytables Those are fancy looking waffles!
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