[ClearCase_guy]

She’s despondent because I broke up with her.

[Viking2002]

Ewwwww. I thought you had better taste than that. Even Laz would chuck rocks at her.

[Redcitizen]

She did say nothing compares to you.

[Farmer Dean]

Dude I like your political viewpoints,but your taste in women needs some revision.s/

[shibumi]

Could be that she sobered up long enough to actually see the tattoo on her chest -

[dfwgator]

Frank Sinatra: Issue number three: [ points to Sinead ] This bald chick - what’s with her head? Let’s start with the chick. What gives, cue ball? I’m looking at you, I’m thinking: fourteen in the side pocket!

Sinead O’Connor: I can’t believe you’re talking about my hair with all the bloody starvation and suffering in the world right now.

Frank Sinatra: Come on! Swing, baby, you’re platinum! Billy Idol.

Billy Idol: I think she’s really quite attractive.

Frank Sinatra: Check out his papers. Luther Campbell!

Billy Idol: You watch it, mate!

Frank Sinatra: Easy, baby! And what’s with the sneering crap? [ Billy sneers ] Don’t do that to the people, they want to like you! That’s what killed Dennis day - contempt for the audience. Luther Campbell! What about the chick’s head?

Luther Campbell: Be honest, I don’t care about the head. I like the butt.

Frank Sinatra: I hear you, baby. Forget the head. Put a bag over it and do your business! Am I right, Steve and Eydie?

Steve Lawrence: [ slow to answer ] You bet, Frank!

Eydie Gorme: You know it, Chairman!

Frank Sinatra: You were a little slow that time.

Steve and Eydie: Sorry, Frank.

Frank Sinatra: Forget it, you’re alright. You could pick up a check once in a while..

Eydie Gorme: Frank, that’s not fair.

Frank Sinatra: Shut up! Okay, issue number four: Milli Vanilli. What is this faggot crap? Uncle Fester!

Sinead O’Connor: I don’t understand the question.

Frank Sinatra: I’ll tell you what you better understand! Next time you see Old Glory riding up that pole, you better sing that anthem, darling! You’re lucky you’re a chick, or you’d be nothing but a stain on the road and a crewcut. Our founding fathers went to the mat for you, baby!

Sinead O’Connor: It’s not my flag - I’m Irish.

Frank Sinatra: Oh? Well, then stay off of this stuff.. [ mimes drinking ] That’s the curse of you people.

[katykelly]

That’s nothing to brag about :-)

[SkyDancer]

What? You too?