Stop being dead. Seriously. Stop it. This is not the last you will be hearing from me, sir. Because this “death” thing, it’s a problem. It really is.
Not a deal breaker though.
Bahahaha you speak the truth.
The Actors Colony at Bluffton (Muskegon) built their first clubhouse on the shores of the lake, The Cobwebs & Rafters, in 1907 (imagine those parties!!!). By 1916, so many of their members had purchased boats that a “yacht club” was formed and a new headquarters erected. Years later, as membership dwindled and actors left the colony, someone penned the following lament, called “The TCYC Blues”:
T.C.Y.C. BLUES
Good times every night all summer long.
Down at the clubhouse
So far, there’s been nothing going wrong.
Down at the clubhouse
Lots of clowns from whot to choose
No one’s ever been known to refuse
And so we’ve had no T.C.Y.C. Blues.
You’ve all heard the knockers club and little Nell
Down at the clubhouse
At Ella Rawl’s rose dance, you’ve all laughed like hell
Down at the clubhouse
You’ve all seen Buster on a wild, wild cruise
With his Peerless, red sweater and his tennis shoes
But you’ve never heard those T.C.Y.C. Blues
Those Club House Blues.
You’ve all seen that famous statue clog
Down at the clubhouse
The tity-tot man, Miss Mosquito and the frog
Down at the clubhouse
Every one has been unthused, with the guy from Texas
But that’s no news,
You’ve never heard those T.C.Y.C. Blues.
Pop Millard is the stewart, pro tem
Down at the clubhouse
We’ve had singing and dancing in our little shack
For the beef steak and fish-fries, how our lips smack
We’ve had a surprise and the quartette in tune
But we love best Joe Keaton and his Mr. Coon.
Old Geo. Lovett left us flat and said good-bye
Down at the clubhouse
Pearl Bros., Burns and Patsy Barrett sailed for Chi.
Down at the clubhouse
Everybodys leavng by 3’s and 2’s
And as each familiar face we loose
You’re going to hear those T.C.Y.C. Blues.
Pretty soon there won’t be anybody here
Down at the clubhouse
All locked up and no one gargling beer
Down at the clubhouse
Where ever we are on the old cho-cho’s
Rockford, Chapaign, Kalamazoos
Somebody’s going to sing those T.C.Y.C. Blues
Those Club House Blues.
I think we’ll end Sunday night with what may be the most beautiful 9:50 minutes on the internet.
oh my god this is the most perfect video ever created.
i can stare at his face forever
You can imagine, then, how my ramen noodles came out my nose when I read it….inner goddess, my fat behind….
I just read snippets of 50 Shades of Grey and I laughed so hard, I had coughing fits…
