Enya: WHAT A DOPE ASS PIMP (fwd)
Pat Padua
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Date: Tue, 2 Jan 1996 06:46:52 -0500 (EST)
From: Richard Handal <han...@access.digex.net>
To: Jim Parker <jpar...@mail.loc.gov>
Subject: Enya: WHAT A DOPE ASS PIMP
>From: alang012 <dste...@student2.uwsp.edu>
>Newsgroups: alt.music.enya
>Subject: Enya: WHAT A DOPE ASS PIMP
Yeah, I heard that one Enya song once, Orinoco Flow. I thought that
the song kicked ass!!!
I remember walking around campus singing
"Orinoco Flow
From the shores to Tripoli
I sail away, sail away, sail away!
Ooooh oooOOOooh! Ooooh!
From the land of Tripoli
I sail away, sail away, sail away
on the sea that is
Carribean blue
Sail away, sail away, sail away!
Oooooh oooOOOooh! Ooooh!"
Some people were getting kind of mad, cause I'd keep singing this
cool song over and over, but I didn't care much. Enya rocks! And I'll
put the smack down on anyone who says otherwise.
If I ever met Enya I'd say something like, "hey Enya", as if to
greet her, and she'd say, "yeah?" (in that really cool English accent she
has). Then I'd say, "You know that song Orinoco Flow? It's fucking
rad!" And she'd blush and coyly remark, "D'ya think so?". I'd
take her hand in mine and comeback with something witty like, "Enya, when
I look into your eyes, it's like looking into the stars". Then maybe I'd
give her a little peck on the forehead, but only if it was in the
afternoon, cause I don't want to leave any of that nasty shit that forms
in my mouth every morning on her forehead. Well, ok, if I could brush my
teeth first, then I'd kiss her in the A.M. Actually, that's kind of
stupid, OF COURSE I'D BRUSH MY TEETH BEFORE MEETING HER!
If any crap heads came around and started hassling us, you know,
like trying to make her tell the formula for Lucky Charms and shit, I'd
say, "listen! Don't even bring that shit around here!" If I had to get
physical, I'd target the genitals and joints of Enya's aggressors, to
insure I'd quickly take them out before the situation escalated to the
point where I'd need to pull out my revolver.
Yeah. That would be bliss wouldn't it? Telling Enya how fucking rad
I think she is, then a small, perfect kiss on the forhead, and then a
warm embrace before she had to get on that boat and sail away, sail away,
sail away. <Sigh!>
Enya. What a dope ass pimp.