Billy T James, the late great comedian, wrote and performed a brilliant song called BYOG - Bring Your Own Grog.
It's sung to the tune of the YMCA song by the Village People, and it tells the story of a man who's expelled from a party for failing to supply his own beverages, even though he knew the party was a BYOG.
They kicked him out on his %^&#, 'cause all he brought was a glass,
He knew the party was a B Y O G....
Bring your own "biru" . . . "biru" . . . "bir-" . . . "bir-" . . . "biru"
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Bring your own biriani (It's a curry if you didn't know)
I would love to be happy, but unfortunately I'm too busy being awesome and kicking your ass at everything
Be your own boy.
Buy your own bed.
Buy yellow octopus beads.
Bake your own bread.
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The itching sensation is a good thing.
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Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Eh, what was that aboutOriginally Posted by Mercen-X
I would love to be happy, but unfortunately I'm too busy being awesome and kicking your ass at everything
THAT, was about being stupid.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Bite Your Own Biscuit
Dono Arigato Macwere San for the sweat signature and avatar
Yummy, biscuits
I would love to be happy, but unfortunately I'm too busy being awesome and kicking your ass at everything
Buy your own bears
I would love to be happy, but unfortunately I'm too busy being awesome and kicking your ass at everything
Every time I see Bring Your Own Bombs written, I think it says Bring Your Own Boobs.
But I think it's funnier if you think of it as 'Bring Your Own Bob'.
Bring your own Ballerina
Abbie Hoffman wrote a book in the 60's titled "Steal This Book"--there used to be a site called Abika.com (or something like that) wherein you could download non-copyrighted books for free, and I actually got a copy of it.We know SOAD is fond of making weird references, notably as in their last album, Steal This Album, which came from something about thirty or forty years ago, that was something like. . Steal this Book, or something? xD
It details what he calls the "yippie" lifestyle--basically a treatise on how to live by stealing, scamming, and squatting, and turn your laziness and moral degeneracy into a paeon against capitalism; as well as instructions on causing all sorts of mayhem.
Among its instructions are how to get a buffalo (according to him, at least, the government has to give you one if you request it), how to throw 'pigs' into confusion (again, according to him), how to shoplift (everything from tag-switching to 'grazing' to stealing groceries by the pallet.), how to make your own yogurt (which was interesting), as well as how to vandalize vehicles, houses, and places of business, how to make bombs, and what to do if you end up with VD--all interspersed with frequent semi-coherent rants against capitalism, America, God, and people who work for a living.
Find it here at: www.acronymfinder.com
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
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