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In the Closet
Apr. 30th, 2006 07:26 pmWhat's even funnier is the e-mail I got from Coworker Funk today. She (and I, I suppose, if we're being honest) has this little obsession with that R. Kelly "Trapped in the Closet" series. I mean, really, it's one of the most ridiculous things ever, and if you haven't heard any of it, you're lucky.
So yeah, we're always singing stuff in the style of "Trapped in the Closet." (You know, things like, "And I opened up the closet. And there was a lot of paperwork in the closet. And I had to do the filing. I did the filing in the closet. Then I gave her a baby.") And the other day I saw online that the Coolidge was going to have a midnight showing of all of the parts of the "opera" WITH SING-ALONG. And of course I had to call her and let her know.
She sent me e-mail that went on about what a lyrical genius R. Kelly was and how he's the next Bob Dylan. And then she wrote me her very own "opera" about her events this morning:
I can NOT stop laughing about this. Because, well, she's got the format down PERFECTLY.
So yeah, we're always singing stuff in the style of "Trapped in the Closet." (You know, things like, "And I opened up the closet. And there was a lot of paperwork in the closet. And I had to do the filing. I did the filing in the closet. Then I gave her a baby.") And the other day I saw online that the Coolidge was going to have a midnight showing of all of the parts of the "opera" WITH SING-ALONG. And of course I had to call her and let her know.
She sent me e-mail that went on about what a lyrical genius R. Kelly was and how he's the next Bob Dylan. And then she wrote me her very own "opera" about her events this morning:
He's scary on so many levels. You should also check out "In the Kitchen" on his website. I'm telling you, he's a lyrical genius. I'm inspired. This morning my mom made whole wheat blueberry pancakes for my dad and me. I want to write a song:
And then she poured the batter on the griddle.
And then she sprinkled on some blueberries.
And then she flipped the pancake.
She flipped over the pancake.
She was frying the pancake.
There were bubbles on the pancake.
She was frying the pancake.
I can NOT stop laughing about this. Because, well, she's got the format down PERFECTLY.
