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Monday, August 2, 2010
Bitch Went Nuts! : NYC 08/02/2010 @ 12:00 PM

Today in NYC (08/02/2010)


7 PM : The Bryant Park Film Festival (which happens every Monday this summer) is showing Rosemary's Baby. Have a college memory of baking a bunch of brownies and ordering Chinese food and watching this with the girls. . .and then falling asleep only to wake up during the last scene. Creepy! Ended up crawling in Lauren's bed, trying to convince her to let me sleep with her.

7:30 PM : Tempting, tempting! Salt N' Pepa, Naughty By Nature and Slick Rick play at Wingate Field. Maybe it's time to get down. Bring out the skinny girl moves.

Song of the Day:

Bitch Went Nuts by Ben Folds



Click here for free download. Change xx to tt.

Hilarious song. I'm not the biggest Ben Folds fan, but he does make some fun songs. I mean, take a look at the lyrics!

The bitch went nuts.
She stabbed my basketball.
And the speakers to my stereo.
She called me 'cunt'
But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home.
Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it.
You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours.
But they want more, they're at my door with torches. Please leave me alone, you know. Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.

The bitch went nuts.
She photoshopped my face
onto every boy who'd done her wrong.
And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms.
Oh, now, now they want more. They're at my door with torches. Scores, and scores, and scores to settle with themselves.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin' their own memories.

Why do they all go?
Why do they all go?

The bitch went nuts, y'all.
But everyone said she might.
Holy f**king shit.
Seriously now.
Now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores and scores.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin'.

Why do they all go?


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