Walk This Way DEFINITIVE TREATMENT: WHAT did it MEAN, by the time the '90s were only a bad headache in the history books?

Back school lovin’ always hottin’ Ethan Oven lemme talk to your body SWAY

Said ju hain’t seen nuthin’ take a down on a MUFFIN and ahm sure be changing away

I met a CHEER LEADER was a real young Breeder*, times like-a R.E.M.**-ah-’nisce

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*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxvkI9MTQw4

**

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg

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(Cun’t.d.!!)

Because the best things in loving, with a sister or a cousin
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{{GROSSAROO}}
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…always started with a Little KISS

…(not the sh!t live “rock” band, by the way, all that beef served up later, in comments)

…LIKE THIS:

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Chunka chukka riffn’ sh!t.

(Omitted for simplicity’s hot-rice wiiiine, as we go further in and down, dowwwn…!)

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Schoolgirl sweetie with a sassalil’ happalil’ SKIRTS CLIMBING WEIGH UP HER KNEEEe!! IT WAS THREE YOUNG LADIES IN A SCHOOL, look.

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“Gym locker”?

No way, Stephen, if that is in fact how you “Steve.” This song is a lament of all the crap you heard going ’round the school halls, but never got a wink or a leg up into yisself! ‘CEPT FOR THE VERSE CONTINUE’D:

Yes. That is a “D:” emoji react. APT. YOU’LL SEE

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…yeah, yeh “young” “ladies” in a “school gym locker” when “he” noticed:

They were lookin’ at me. I was a high***, school loser**** never made it with a lady ’til the boys told me something I’d missed!

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*** DRUG(s)
**** TOTALLY CORRECT, “loser”

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Then the next door neighbor with a daughter had a way to finagle me into providing yard and lawn chores gratis, so I gave her just a lil’ missed-way-out SMOOCH

…ATTEMPT, and got my KNEED in the GROIN taken care of, pro bono!

It’s…guys. People.

It just keeps going on and on like this. Well?

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I say: any “father” who’d star ‘is full, then-grown-than Daughter as a Hot Elve in a bee-ass Tolkien skin flick like that, bundling up with A. Silverstone in a pervert’s idea of a tourist trap photo booth, look, is he CRAZY?

Whatever you accuse of Mister Stevie Big Lips of, The U.S.Achin’ “MICK JAGGERMOVESER,” I say The Accusee’s making a very plausible case, there! The Toxic Twins share equal fault on this dumbass paean to missed opportunities of youth, second only to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7oQEPfe-O8

All video links provided purely for mid-to-late 1990s context, please. NO SPAM. NO HOTLINKS TO SCAM SITES. This is Walk This Way’s Penultimate Quoran Denouement please.

RESPECT THE SONG. Show honour-only in comments. None of your dambed “South Yank” HONOR, please! Good sirrah, daylady!

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Where the heck were we?

This reading is definitive, please. Keep going, and drop your “dookie” in situ!

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A refresher, then. In due, arguably overdue’d coursing order:

lll

Backstroke lover
Always hidin' 'neath the covers
'Til I talked to your daddy, he say
He said, you ain't seen nothin'
'Til you're down on a muffin
Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways

I met a cheerleader
Was a real young bleeder
Oh, the times I could reminisce
'Cause the best things of lovin'
With her sister and her cousin
Only started with a little kiss
Like this

Seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
Singing, hey diddle diddle
With your kitty in the middle
Of the swing like you didn't care

So I took a big chance
At the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin'
'Cause she knew what she was doin'
And I know love was here to stay
When she told me to

Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Just gimme a kiss

Like this

Schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy
Little skirt's climbin' way up the knee
There was three young ladies in the school gym locker
When I noticed they was lookin' at me

I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady
'Til the boys told me somethin' I missed
Then my next door neighbour with a daughter had a favour
So I gave her just a little kiss
Like this

Seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
Singing, hey diddle diddle
With your kitty in the middle
Of the swing like you didn't care

So I took a big chance
At the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin'
'Cause she knew what she was doin'
When she told me how to walk this way
She told me to

Walk this way
Talk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Talk this way
Just gimme a kiss

Like this

Songwriters: Joe Perry, Steven Victor Tallarico. For non-commercial use only.

Mind the original rights, please. These two, Perry and Tallarico, are intellectuals of a very cool stoney order indeed.

My paste here is pure.

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Remarks? Arguments?

Be thee civil, down. Down below. In Blogspot’s Own Comments Queues.

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Overall Tone Note From The ‘Nineties?

It smells.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVehv_LDWaE

Thanks are due to Reader Helisseara*****, for the above tipoff.

It's the REAL, CAPTAIN-WHITE MARVEL! MARY MARVEL HERSELF! In the flesh, next time!

 She's back. To guest host on an upcoming Special Guest Shot segment! It's The Real Captain Marvel-Mary versus all the dumb, ass-fakes. 

Uh-oh. 

She's uh...not wearing her customary brief, white Greek (not Roman) toga outfit this time, "guys."

Nor even the red one! 

I'm sure that no harm will come to the mere onlookers at the sesh, though. Unless a Mr. "Black Adam" shows up all Wilde, Whooly and RAW that is. Coming up Dwayne Sooon, right here upon the ORIGINAL "Dogimo Joe" blog: 

Consider Thine Pasty Creamy Rose-Milk Yet Ostensibly Undivine ASS-LICKER'S PIE-HOLE OFF LIMITS, PLEASE mister "The Rock!" 

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OK.

Enough of the build-up. There's no way we're getting either of those babes for the upcoming show. Fortunately or unfortunately for you, Dear Reader. 

ERR ERR

Cold Tips #-1: Here's What I Don't Do, So Far In Life I've Got or Been/Done Gone! COOL

I don't make a promise against my future self. Know why? 

BECAUSE I CAN'T, DUH. No one can. 

Cheers and relinquishments, Soda-Popper! 

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Try R.C., if you please. 

Yes, R.C. 

From The Royal Crown Company, originally. Makers of RC Cola and Nehi Effervescent Fruit Sodas. Now owned in the United States by Keurig Dr Pepper, of all people or things! Go! 

Have a Dr Pepper on you. I ice-bucket challenge you NOT to jump-a-dump a huge, orange Gatorade bin over Niagra falls with you in it, filled to the chooglin' brim with YOU. NUDE in there. Having an ice cold Pear Nehi/Apricot Nehi/PEACH Nehi ice bucket soak. 

For the titties! 

It's pretty much what the Danes' and Swedes' women do, and For Themselves & Each Other, Only 

...from when they're young and unrealistically huge, there, way up North, to oh, 'longabout the time it's time to give up on the grandkids. FINALLY. 

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The Nordic Track! 

Underwater in a scuba suit! 

DO IT. ADD IT

To

Your 

Fun-Bucket, Punchie! 

After all, why the hell would you, right? 

It wasn't advice. You have to do it. Because.

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You just read this whole thing. 

That's almost three minutes of your bouncy, jouncy, gravity-defying life you'll never get back again unless you listen to and love The Wholllle Thing: 

[ Insert PSB Playlist Official Rough N' Budgy Between THE MIND'S HOT HOT HEARTSPOT ]

Pet Shop Boys Videos (1984-2016) - YouTube

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Metamorphosis (2018 Remaster) (youtube.com)

That, or original button-down shrink to fit Levis 501 halter tops oughta do something for the whorls and zeniths tweaking at peoples' sad, tragic eyes these days. 

No problemo. In fact?

Absl'uoom'undoe.

This I Vow: Not To Be The Greekules

I break
no confidence with
soapcat by noting
one and all, to hear: I al'
'ready

apologized

to her, before, and bank on:
privately. At risk
of breaking confidence
with her, I will say this,

just
this: I was assured
I'd done no wrong
by her. That is
our way it is. No, she
had
not complained. Not fair?
Not her. As always, she-to-we
and now right here: apologize
proactively when meanings lie 
in any other brother's eyes, or 
just our whey, no cream inside. 
With she, I go-by Just

Per-case, and just in case my

one this-fit sophistonym,
to her
was deemed
by her

to be vulgar, obscene or otherwise
frontwise, always an inconsiderate
to say such thing? US? I? Eye this,
deep friends. I trust her forthright
candor now, and ever and anon

So, then. And fearlessness is far
too small. I trust her with my life,
me-tall. And if I were the lion-size
cat in her story: Lives, then. Lives,
and light as well, so Dandy goes 

I'd clepen Hell by retroactive own 
decree as "Hades" not in any code
before
she 
wreaks

such wretched noise
as pukes and speaks and we 
between us, struck discord
-ant gold. Raise antes up?

Unfold. I'm always swept up off from
my deck by her on hold, by her, by
things. I trust because her habit 
RINGS right rings around us 
living being the thing! She 
always then poo-poos, or
shushes down 

my weak sea-slush 
in foaming arc of wake 
on wave like cat'maran 
one-shell squalls hot 
or flip, or bust 

It is not WOO. From either
side or boat: just pitch, dark
-partly 'cause she cares, her own
care, deep. Consider it, and mis
-chievous propriety inspires, and 
inspires admiration, see? And 
yours on Roam, betimes. We always 

see each other's shines. And were I
capable of it, I'd trian my emulation
well, on her.  

It's not. I'm not thus capable. But public
assignation's hot in only eyes who wink
at suns too deep in skies to get

shit.

Done. 
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Public callout deserves a public response.
Not Monty-Pythonic NUDGE-NUDGE 
WINK "pubic" between the lines and 
lying sighs of false Greek gods and 
I declare Zeus worst of rapists 

first 

he had a wife. 
He chose sunburst, 

and ripping women 
open 

hurts. 

My brother is not

I am the bad 
actor malef
actor please, you 
musician fans get 
yisself down off 
yo're dumb ass 

pederastals 

and come in. Code 
in Velitas This Is S
QUARE BARE> 

UNCODE 
or no code atall, 
yallers. The bus
i
ness ha
as never left the bill, 

and my hat is in sesh 
with my 2 main cahoots. 
Stephi and KA RIST EE 
LEIGH O'TANEX THE 
COLLE'EN STRINGS 
STRANGLAR! SUN'S 
UP, LET'S BUTT HEADS 

The Y 
is back in the back of the
heyoos

Random verbatim comment screenshot #2: dedicated to the Crap Blog Detective, who fellates secretly I hope

It is still a crime, Over There. Take it from Mr. Doughbags hisself: the South Yank Greek Irish One(1)STAR

CYAK RIPPED FROM THE HEADLIES #1: Oh, Shit.

LOL, I thought it said "Every Actor Has Played A Major Batman Character"

That chick in the neon nukey phlegm top makes me want to puke solar panels at North Jersey, to be sincere somehow. As usual, "the blonde"

These advertisers make me want to go in covert Fung Shway Interior Antidecor Specialist on their A.I. disabled HOLMES, soda speak. When o when will Data put on SPOCK EARS and show up at the Nude Space Travelers Homebake? 

Probably never, but I'm okay as long as I'm on the door. THEOTHERSIDE of the door. Thanks, 

Brent  

A Plea For Unity Originating From Trisol

"Soliens" is I think what all natives of this star system - from lowliest bacterium to highest dolphin or ape (such as us) (beings with third-class minds), and even including what used to be called "contagious living fluids" (viruses, might as well throw in PRIONS) ought to be called. 

We would be Trisoliens. Natives of Trisol. Well why not?

BIG NOTE: "third-class minds" not really important at this phase of development, but 2nd-class minds would include living beings at this point hypothetical only: material and/or energy-based, anything possessing both sentience at a level of sapience AND physicality as a prime or juked attribute that is capable of primary perception (without need of sensory organs), but such perception has limits (such as C/lightspeed, et al). Trisolien, Solien or otherwise (extrasolien, otherdimensional et al) would be a 2nd or 1st class mind ("1st class" would have no sensory limits to its primary perception, and would thus functionally be omniscient).

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Naturally, otherworldly or otherdimensional living beings might be organized along any principles at all besides the grok-amok hurlyburly amino twist we call "DNA." They might not even be carbon based. I strongly tend to believe there are other third-class minds out there, but my skeptic instinct roots pretty deep in me and I say all natives of Trisol should be SKEPTIC as to the existence of these SO-CALLED "second" and "third" "class" "minds"

Just as a good sort of "go-by."

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SKEPTIC does not equal "DOUBTER." 

Doubters presume what they can know or imagine forms a practical limit to what is. They take unknowledge (including: unprovability) as if it's some law or even principle (or "go-by") of the universe, and so end up saying cockamamie things like: "FIRST-CLASS MIND(s)?! NOT IN THIS REALITY! GO FISH!" Bunch of sh!t-for-brainses, to be honest.

A skeptic would want to see all such "limits" demonstrable before giving tuff (or other) credence to them. As a practical matter though, skeptics and "doubters" do tend to converge upon a lot of samsies-type points: but how they got there is radical, almost diametric in its difference. 

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