I entered the London Marathon dressed as a stick of cinnamon.
At the start I was asked where I was gonna run to.
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I entered the London Marathon dressed as a stick of cinnamon.
At the start I was asked where I was gonna run to.
I don’t get it.
MP this doesn’t seem to a pun in american.
Now, if one wishes to observe excellent use of a pun, check out my contribution to the “If Oliver Cromwell Flew In Today, They’d Send a Limousine Anyway” thread of Thursday, September 20, 2012. My scintillating wit was ignored, but I should be used to that. It is, after all, my cross to bear for this little blog community.
I didn’t get it, either, but it was revealed on Facebook. It’s “american” enough but you’ve got to be at MadPriest’s level of 1950s/60s/70s American Rhythm & Blues & Jazz & Motown, which none of us are.
“Sinnerman” (Nina Simone)
Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All along dem day
…
OMG!
I know enough about Nina Simone to know that Zoe Saldana would be grossly miscast to play her (as is rumored).
And I know “Mississipi Goddamn!” But not that much more. {Prepares for MP smackdown}