Songs inconspicuously about fellatio- While You Wait for the Others

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Songs inconspicuously about fellatio: Joe Strummer's dirty secret

It was the song that inspired millions of young punks everywhere to begin questioning the establishment: should they stay or should they go? On the surface, it could be the rhymes of a troubled relationship or a distressed Bohemian, but the true meaning is far more sinister. The lead singer of the Clash is, quite simply, fed up with being a prostitute.

Strummer is a hapless hooker desperately in love with one of his customers, who prefers to keep a little distance ("Always tease tease tease, you're happy when I'm on my knees") but nevertheless has provided Strummer with a romantic ultimatum: he could keep working the streets or run away with him. Strummer, disillusioned by the inconsistency of the tricks he turns, with one day being fine and the next being black, (contrary to common knowledge) does not want to go back.

However, the decision is not that easy to make, and this is clearly bugging him. He confronts his pimp and states that "If you don't want me set me free," following the threat with the burden of proof for the alleged not-wanting, incuding an ignorance of the size of the clothes that Strummer wears. At last, an incensed Joe cans the bullshit and asks bluntly "Should I cool it or should I blow?"

Joe Strummer's conundrum is not one that most of us can relate to, but a devilish one to observe indeed. Lodged within it is the Catch-22 that if he goes there will be trouble (possibly related to getting hunted down by his pimp, or simply a long-term romantic disinterest with his current flame) but if he stays there will be double (further entrapment in the life of a prostitute, accompanied with depression and dissatisfaction with self).

To date, no one has let him know whether he should stay or should he go, because in reality, it's a question that only we ourselves can answer.

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Songs Inconspicuously About Fellatio: Biting "the Dust"

This is the first part of a soon-to-be sporadically updated series about songs that are, well, inconspicuously about fellatio, handsex, rug munchin' or anything similar. The first band to be studied is a popular one, and based on the flamboyancy of their late and great lead singer, an obvious one: Queen.

*Another One Bites the Dust. The song that inspired this concept is, in fact, a bitter song about how the protagonist Steve can't get a decent blowjob in a crowded gay dance club. Steve, a closeted gay ("Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low") walks into a gay dance club lookin' for some lovin', but every man he find keeps "biting the dust." The dust, of course, is his penis.

He shoos away toothy BJ after toothy BJ ("another one gone and another one gone") until, finally, the rhythm gets to him and "out of the doorway the bullets rip, ripping to the sound of the beat" of the club. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? How long could he stand the heat? It doesn't matter now, because the "bullets" are still rippin' out of the "doorway" anyway, Steve abandoning quality in the blind pursuit of pleasure.

A deeper analysis reveals that, at the song's catchy breakdown, Steve decides to take matters into his own mouth. Fed up with the terrible brain he's been having to deal with, he takes his revenge on his ill-trained colleagues by biting their dusts himself ("Hey, gonna get you too").

Finally. Steve directly confronts the toothy menace, recognizing that "there are many ways you can hurt a man and bring him too the ground." However, he's ready, yes, he's ready for you, and he's still standing on his own two feet, ready to let the bullets rip. You see, you may think you're slighting him by biting the dust, but he's the one who's still standing and you're still on your knees.

Hail to the Queen, baby.

Ryan's twitter greatest hits

Instead of studying I'm rereading some of my tweets. Here's my greatest hits.


Fridgeventures five... Decided to leave, fingers were cold. No one knew i was gone. Time in= 40 min, average temp = 39 degrees. 12:18 PM Aug 19th, 2009 via txt

Fridgeventures four- head chef walked in, told me the difference between male and femaile watermelons and left. Had no idea. Temp is 39f 12:11 PM Aug 19th, 2009 via txt

Fridgeventures three... Ate too many grapes, feel ill... How do i get out? Temp 38 degrees. Currently using plums as basketballs. 12:06 PM Aug 19th, 2009 via txt

Fridgeventures part two- original task= sort grapes from cherries... Solution? Eat all the grapes 11:51 AM Aug 19th, 2009 via txt

Fruit and veg fridge (aka number one) adventures part one- locked myself in, currently eating strawberries. Temp = 40 degrees f

Why is it that when women get fat their breasts get bigger but when men get fat their dicks get smaller? God must be a chubby chaser.

DICKS ARE FOR QUEERS! AND GIRLS!

GODDAMN FACEBOOK WON'T LET ME CHANGE MY NAME TO RYAN FRANKLYN AWESOMEBAUM

Dairy Initiates Awful Rectal Response... Horrible Evenings Afterward

COLUMBIA SHOULD OFFER A CORE CLASS ON JOURNEY'S GREATEST HITS

Happy frolicking in the grass, fucking trees and aborting babies day!

I want to be able to clap with my testicles.

Off to a magical land of farmers and hotel administrators

Errand 4: petworks. LOOKING AT PUPPIES IS NOT AN ERRAND, DAD

"Ryan, are you wearing a V-Neck? I mean, I'll suck the occasional dick as well but I don't go around telling everyone with my clothing!" -DM

And the year went out like J-Lo's cameltoe.

Do I look like a polar bear? DO I LOOK LIKE A POLAR BEAR? No? Then why you tryna play me like one?

You know you go to Columbia when you finish a math problem and think "Wow, that was one of the greatest U-Subs I've ever done"

Just Babybaum and Papabaum havin a chill time

4/21 Should be national super-groggy nap all day Day

Just a few days left of school

I've come up with my own ideals, things that will get me through everything. They're kind of like my own personal universals and I think that if I can properly apply everything I am about to say I will be really happy, all of the time.

Here goes.

1. Don't think about it.
2. Don't think about thinking about it.
3. Don't look forward.
4. Don't look back.
5. Don't regret.
6. Eat lots of delicious foods.
7. Moderate.
8. Set feasible goals.
9. Find joy in everything.
10. Take lots of naps.