This week, we found out there are prescription drugs in our drinking water.
The real question is: are there enough?
Now you, too, can have the urine of a Major Leaguer. In fact, you may already have it.
Showing posts with label Predictions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Predictions. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Better Living Through Science
Posted by
Mons Meg
at
12:33 AM
File under
Predictions,
Roger Clemens
Friday, October 19, 2007
New Radiohead Lyric Predicted Torre's End
Posted by
Stang
at
2:20 AM
Understand
What it is
I've done wrong
Full of holes
Check the pulse
Blink your eyes
One for yes
Two for no
I have no idea what I am talking about
I'm trapped in this body and can't get out
Ooooohhhh
Make a sound
Move back home
Get an invitation
With the edges
Sawn off
I have no idea what you are talking about
I'm trapped in this body and can't get out
Ooooohhhh
Has the light gone out for you?
Cause the light's gone for me
It is the 21st century
It is the 21st century
You can fight it like a dog
And they brought me to my knees
They got scared and they put me in
They got scared and they put me in
All the lies run around my face
All the lies run around my face
And for anyone else to see
And for anyone else to see
I'm alive
I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
Album: In Rainbows
Lyric via Green Plastic
File under
Lyrics,
Mr. Torre,
Predictions,
Radiohead,
The Panic The Vomit
Thursday, October 18, 2007
New Springsteen Lyric Predicts Yankee Housecleaning
Posted by
el duque
at
5:40 AM
From his new album, Magic, Bruce clearly was foreshadowing the Yankee off-season:
LAST TO DIE
"Who'll be the last to die for a mistake,
"The last to die for a mistake,
"Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break,
"Who'll be the last to die for a mistake.
File under
Lyrics,
Predictions,
Springsteen
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
New Radiohead Lyric Predicted Knuckleballer's Game Four Loss
Posted by
Stang
at
6:54 AM
Wakey Wakey
rise and shine
it's on again, off again, on again
watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling tingling tingling
it's what you feel now
what you ought to, what you ought to
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but no, no, no
[...]
you got melted to butter
File under
Lyrics,
Playoffs,
Predictions,
Radiohead,
Red Sox,
The Panic The Vomit
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