Sunday, July 11, 2010

Traffic Cones Chasing Balls

As promised, anyway. It wasn't exactly a promise. I also find it annoying when two people know something everyone else doesn't know. That's called a personal joke - PJ, in my world anyway - but I think that a personal joke being called a PJ, is a 'PJ' to the rest of the world. That's why people start trends and such I suppose, so that they will all be warm and blanketed in their own little private joke, otherwise known as a PJ.

If I were to start a band, (if I haven't already *cough*two*cough*) I would name my band Traffic Cones Chasing Balls. It suggests two things:

1) Traffic cones are not inanimate, rather...they have arms and legs, work nine to five and have offspring.
2) They are either football enthusiasts, or do things which they wouldn't want their offspring seeing.

We would play nu-age type music which no one likes but would listen to and discuss so that they feel included in a nu-age...PJ. Our fans would rock up to our secret concerts in secret basements (in secret locations) to listen to our wittylyricswhichdon'tmakeanysense - but that's okay, because they always manage to find more meaning in it than we can ourselves.

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