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You're with me, Leatherman

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Songbird, Jun 29, 2006.

  1. Songbird

    Songbird Well-Known Member

    This is an off-shoot to the Bob Uecker stalker story. John Cusack apparently has one, too. Her name is Emily Leatherman.

    Is it possible, keeping in mind the great Chris Berman legend, that Cusack approached this woman one day many years ago and said, "You're with me, Leatherman," and she took it seriously?

    http://www.tmz.com/2006/06/26/john-cusack-wants-a-restraining-order/

    And if your last name has a "U" and "C" and "K" in it, you're going to get stalkers.
     
  2. Chi City 81

    Chi City 81 Guest

    Phew. I have a C and K, but am missing the U.

    Had me scared for a minute there, Songbird.
     
  3. John

    John Active Member

    Shake his hand he's leatherman.
    Bake some bread he's leatherman.
    Shame he's dead. I saw his bed,
    It's all that's left of leatherman.
     
  4. kokane_muthashed

    kokane_muthashed Active Member

    "I got an F and a C and I got a K too
    And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U" [/marilynmanson]
     
  5. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    I know about a man to whom I may be related, he's leatherman.
    Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman.
    Covered with leather, but it was tight.
    Underneath the moon in the woods at night...

    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day,
    Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land.
    He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
    He's leatherman."

    Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
    Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread."

    So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded,
    Just like a man of leather whom I may be related.

    Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light,
    Appeared to be an animal, yet so polite.

    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day.
    Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land, he's leatherman.
    Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
    He's leatherman."

    Shake his hand he's leatherman.
    Bake some bread he's leatherman.
    Shame he's dead. I saw his bed,
    It's all that's left of leatherman.

    Give me some skin, leatherman

    What Otis starts, let me finish...
     
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