Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:Kenny: Your internal emotional response when you offer your right hand to a man for an introductory handshake, and the man reciprocates with a "right hand" that turns out to be a hook or some other form of fearsome prosthesis

jb: Yer internal emotional response when you're in process at a public urinal in LA and the person next to you utters a caustic-sounding phonetic and you look over to see that Forrest Whittaker has misfired all over his Perry Ellis kicks.

jw: Yer internal emotional response when viewing a legit, non-porn DVD movie that cuts to a bedroom scene in which the opening shot details yards of tan, smooth & curvy flesh, then pans slowly upward to finally reveal an unfortunate Adam's apple complete with stubble.



DokKEN:

Your internal emotional response when you see/hear a cop's rollers/siren go off behind you when you're pushing 85 on a 55 and the cop follows you for a full 20 seconds before peeling across three lanes to the next exit.

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote: Kenny: Your internal emotional response when you offer your right hand to a man for an introductory handshake, and the man reciprocates with a "right hand" that turns out to be a hook or some other form of fearsome prosthesis

JB: Saying "I like your hat" to a lady in a big sunhat and she replies with "I have skin cancer so..."

JW: standing at a urinal and getting your shoe pissed on, and so shouting something mean about the guy like, "Watch where you're peeing, asshole." And then you realize it's a shaky-type palsied guy who can't help it but is obviously concerned about it and is made to feel bad about himself even though his very presence in public is some kind of triumph for someone who has probably withstood physical pain, psychological frustration and emotional trauma for his entire life.

Kenny:

"...and Bagwell drives in Biggio."

Kenny:

"...and Bagwell drives in Biggio."

JB : pocket sevens
JW : At The Drive-In

Kenny Loggins:

cruising internet porn sites and happening upon pictures of your hawt female cousin

DISCLAIMER : it would be a travesty if tmidgett didn't also respond to steve's bagwell/biggio kenny, but with something more correlative, like "jim sundberg catches a honus wagner split-finger" or "luis polonia throws to greg louganis to end the inning", or some other comparable famous and historic teammate/brotherhood type thing. you can see by my examples that i'm very ill-equipped to acheive this with any sort of accuracy.

hey what timing

"...and Bagwell drives in Biggio."

j.b. "clemens, still down after taking that shot from piazza off the cup"

j.w. playing in his first old-timers game since being reinstated, pete rose flattens yogi berra at the plate, killing him dead in the process, and states thereafter that it is 'too bad' and 'a shame' but 'just part of the game.'

kenny: the faintly fruity, dead-thing-like smell that is hovering around my desk. sometimes i can smell it, sometimes i can't. it's not me. it's not my chair. it's not the carpet. it's not a neglected piece of food or dish. is it a decomposing mouse in the wall? i don't know, but it is disgusting. please kenny it.

tmidgett wrote:kenny: the faintly fruity, dead-thing-like smell that is hovering around my desk. sometimes i can smell it, sometimes i can't. it's not me. it's not my chair. it's not the carpet. it's not a neglected piece of food or dish. is it a decomposing mouse in the wall? i don't know, but it is disgusting. please kenny it.

just better = you are having a conversation with your dad, who normally never chews gum, but for some reason today he is chewing gum, and for some reason it is really annoying the shit out of you

just worse = you are never able to find the source of the smell, but it remains always half present, and after several months of this you have a tough decision to make: a constant burning of incense and having everyone think you've become a pothead -or- selling the house

please, kenny:
- you are fishing and catch a small perch, this perch has swallowed the hook the pretty good, it takes a long time for you to extract the hook and you are as careful as possible in doing so but when you're done there is a noticeable presence of blood, the perch is too small to keep and still seems quite lively all things considered so you decide to release it and hope for the best, it swims off sluggishly and sideways, about ten minutes later you notice it has floated up to the surface, it gives the occasional half-hearted kick but clearly it will soon die, then, seemingly out of nowhere, a great blue heron suavely swoops down and snatches the perch and you can't help but smile

k:- you are fishing and catch a small perch, this perch has swallowed the hook the pretty good, it takes a long time for you to extract the hook and you are as careful as possible in doing so but when you're done there is a noticeable presence of blood, the perch is too small to keep and still seems quite lively all things considered so you decide to release it and hope for the best, it swims off sluggishly and sideways, about ten minutes later you notice it has floated up to the surface, it gives the occasional half-hearted kick but clearly it will soon die, then, seemingly out of nowhere, a great blue heron suavely swoops down and snatches the perch and you can't help but smile.

JB: being a cd salesman, and selling a young highschooler his/her very first fugazi cd.
JW: a touching hallmark card.

killer KENdoogen =

swimming in the rain.

wiggins wrote:kkiller KENdoogen =

swimming in the rain.

just better: being inside
just worse: shoveling snow while it is snowing


kenny: one band, three (3) lead singers

the Classical wrote:kenny: one band, three (3) lead singers

jb: Three bands, One lead singer

jw: The Kottonmouth Kings


Reginald KENnith Dwight:

Being so stuck down in the life-draining process that is naming your band that when you and your band mates finally decide on the name that encapsulates everything that you mean to put into your musical life and everything that you want to give forth to the world, you've selected HOOBASTANK as your crowning choice.

Mr. Chimp wrote:Being so stuck down in the life-draining process that is naming your band that when you and your band mates finally decide on the name that encapsulates everything that you mean to put into your musical life and everything that you want to give forth to the world, you've selected HOOBASTANK as your crowning choice.

JB: The doudes from Creed that split off and started.....ALTERBRIDGE
JW: I guess either seeing or being in HOOBASTANK

Kenanananannneneneenny:
Waking one day to find that by merely wiggling your fingers, you too can make audible hot metal licks just like bill and ted.


Faiz

the Classical wrote:one band, three (3) lead singers

Just Better: The entire recorded output of TLC, although they had some pretty great pop singles, such as "No Scrubs", "Creep" and "Unpretty"
Just Worse: The forty person jam session that invariably follows every induction ceremony at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which sucks, but which gives you a chance to catch a glimpse of Johnny Cash or Neil Young or Bob Dylan or Robbie Robertson, which is pretty cool, but they're onstage with Kid Rock or Melissa Etheridge or Bonnie Raitt, which sucks, but they're playing "All Along The Watchtower", which is a cool song

Kenny: Your friend who drives a hundred miles to pick up you, your girlfriend, your mom and your dog after your Land Cruiser throws a rod on a remote Idaho highway on a Sunday night