Since we know that the Mr. Dilettante's Neighborhood readership is among the most brilliant assemblage of talent one might find anywhere, this should be easy. Write a comment that includes the following:
1. A song lyric from either The Kinks, The Yardbirds, AC/DC or The Rolling Stones;
2. A quote from either A Fish Called Wanda, Blazing Saddles or Raising Arizona; and
3. A specific event you remember from the year 1991.
Early favorite is, as always, Night Writer.
10 comments:
To demonstrate how easy this really is:
Is there nothing I can say or nothing I can do to get a harrumph outta that guy? After all, I got married in 1991!
Someone's gotta get this ball rollin'.
The sheriff's a mainstreet on exile. Much like Gorbachev was those three days in August. That felt huge, but it doesn't seem well remembered.
No pressure! I will just say, however, that while I don't want to have to go all Desert Storm on you by running in here like Rambo without a jockstrap, you really don't want to be here when the whip comes down.
After my college graduation in 1991, friends told me that they thought I'd had enough beans already at El Azteco in East Lansing, and they were right. The results shook me all night long. I guess you can't always get what you want, but sometimes, you get what you need.
Boys will be boys and girls will be girls and you never leave a man behind particularly when Boris Yeltsin becomes president of the Solviet Union.
The Twins won the World Series and sprayed champagne that tasted just like Coca-Cola. It was hard for us to believe but we finally had to say, "Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue, it's twue!"
wish i could play, but i cant remember a thing from either of those three movies.
Man, this is tough. I think you really got me now. Hmmmm. I can't come up with anything. DISAPPOINTED!! I have the same feeling of helplessness as I did during that Halloween '91 snow storm.
Governor goofy may want the state to shell out big bucks to redecorate the Gov's mansion, but Chicagoans relocating to Minnesota know to get dirty deeds done dirt cheap, you call Kakakaken.
In April of 1991, I felt like I came from a long line of frontiersmen. At the very least, I couldn't say I was in back in black, being it was my first time in St. Louis.
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