Who's In The Bathroom?

[whatsitsface]

I think I've rubbed the fingerprints off my index finger from changing the radio station in my van. Driving to Ballard daily with only the radio to listen to is painful. Being particularly cranky and in no mood to punch the buttons in search of MUSIC yesterday, I grabbed the Boy's ghetto blaster so I could play the music of my choice ALL the way

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You're a walking urban legend

[littlejigman]

Not sure I'm ever gonna forget that one.

"Who's in the BATHROOM?!"

Heehee.

sweet raisin danish!!!

[goinstyle]

"No one you know!"... classic! Like, "nobody but us chickens"

My macabre sense of humor has this line followed but the somewhat cliche' pumping of a shotgun.

B^,

[xerhino]

With the introduction about the borrowed ghetto blaster I thought maybe you were about to tell us about some rap variant of "who let the dogs out" called "who's in the bathroom". :-)

I feel for your musiclessness. My rx-7 had the radio stripped out long ago (it was made into a rally car for a while) so I'd been driving with just engine noise. In fact, the whole console where the radio went had been removed so there wasn't even a place to put one. I finally broke down and bought an amp and speakers (and a bunch of different wires) and an input jack for an ipod or portable cd player or whatever. As of about a week ago I can listen to music. Whew.

bathroom

[anonymous]

unbelievable!