Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Minnie Riperson's - Sonnin' You

Minnie Riperton (November 8, 1947 – July 12, 1979) was an American singer and songwriter noted for her rare five and a half octave vocal range, and her 1975 hit single "Lovin' You".

Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful
Makin' love with you is all i wanna do
Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true
And everything that i do is out of lovin' you
La la la la la la la... do do do do do

No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime
Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day my life is filled with lovin' you

Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through
And every time that we oooooh
I'm more in love with you
La la la la la la la... do do do do do

It's unfortunate that Ms. Riperton is not with us today, but a fan of hers, Minnie RiperSON is. This is my hit single that is dedicated to the chat scrap of NHL:1 such as:

Todd.... ..Ari Freaking Gold
Vero....... Bels_Belfour
Kate....... Beautyislife143
Tina....... Citygirl0117
Linda..... Forever_Frantic
Katie...... Canucks_Girl44
Sherry... Sherry_Berry27

My apologies to those that I left out. You know who you are.

Minnie RiperSON (January 24, 1970 – ) is an American singer and songwriter noted for my not-so rare three and a half octave vocal range, and my 2008 hit single "Sonnin' You".

Sonnin' You... is easy because you're pitiful
Sonnin' You... is all I ever want to do
Sonnin' You... is more than just a dream come true
And everything that I do, is out of Sonnin' You...
blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah... you you you you you

No one else amuses me, and
The laughter that you bring
Hopefully you'll grow old with me
And we will live each day in chat-rooms
Because Sonnin' You... has made my life so beautiful
And every day my life is filled with Sonnin' You...

When Sonnin' You... your soul comes shining through
And every time... that we meet
I'm more in need of Sonnin' You...
blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, is all you ever do



21 comments:

Anonymous said...

A man walks into a drug store, buys a condom, then walks out of the store laughing hysterically. The cashier, Oz, thinks this is weird, but, hey, there's no law preventing weird people from buying condoms. Maybe it's a good thing that he doesn't reproduce.

The next day this guy comes back to the store, purchases another condom, and once again he leaves the store laughing wildly. This piques the interest of Oz. What's so funny about buying a rubber, anyway?

So Oz tells a stock boy, "If this guy ever comes back, I want you to follow him to see where he goes."

Sure enough, the next day the laugher is back. He buys the condom, starts cracking up, then leaves. Oz tells the stock boy to go follow the guy.

About an hour later, the stock boy comes back to the store.
"Did you follow him, Todd", asks Oz, "where did he go?"

Todd replies "your house", and when I went up to the open bedroom window your wife kept yelling, "Jon, don't stop, don't ever stop."

Anonymous said...

=)) keep it up blogger, we just know we're getting to you more & more and that people give a shit less & less.

You've been figured out.

You're old news.

No one cares anymore and sonning has well.. gone out of "style"?

The only reason people even read this blog is to laugh at you (c'mon, we've figured out who you are a long time ago now) and add to the confusion of who you think is behind the exposure that you and your friend have been experienceing..

basically, EVERYONE is 'behind it all' because you and your little "pawn" are jokes and that's something at least the ENTIRE chat room agrees with and laughs at together.

move on. Who knows? Maybe you can start affecting some other sports chat room, considering no one in this one cares anymore.

Frankly, Blogger, no one gives a damn.

Get a life, or move to Surrey and start one like you've been promising for a long time now.

Anonymous said...

Sonnin' You... is easy because you're pitiful
Sonnin' You... is all I ever want to do
Sonnin' You... is more than just a dream come true
And everything that I do, is out of Sonnin' You...

Wow, is this what you live for. That is sad. How much time do you spend doing research on these things anyways? Like two days. If you would put this much effort on finding a job with a newspaper company you wouldn't do so bad in life. I don't go into to chat often, but when Bill told me to read this i didn't know if to laugh at or wonder that you people have no lives. When do you sleep? When do you eat? When do you go to work? When do you see your child (Jon)? Oh wait you don't. You make fun of Oz for not spending time with his child, well at least Oz has his child in the same room even if she is watching Barney. Do you even know what your child looks like? Maybe instead of having phone sex with Sherry, and Boltsgirl you should have put that time into spending time with your child. Maybe the child is better off with out you. If you ask me, you are worse than the so called "chat scrap" because at least the chat scrap have jobs and don't spend time doing research on other losers. Do you see how pathetic you are.

Anonymous said...

Jon, you crack addicted, child abandoning, fake ciding, no job, porking fat chicks, food stamp collecting, 24/7 in NHL1 chat, nobody!

Signed,
Jon's child

Anonymous said...

I want daughter Nita to stop chat. She in love with a Non East Indian internet boy. Nita mother and i do not accept. We have her arranged to marry when we export her to New Delhi. Nita not marry non East Indian boy. We divorce her from family if she do. Why would a good Indian girl do with a Mexican anyway? Mexican men never hit wives, what type man doesn't hit wives. Pffft! Nita not marry him! Nita need to get life and marry her Indian love. --Nita's Dad

Anonymous said...

Do you idiots ever stop and think? "Jon" doesn't write the blog. YOU foolish readers write the blog. You pollute the airwaves with your pathetic lives and personal drama, then get mad at "Jon" for repeating your old news. Either you need to STFU so the blog will die or accept it and enjoy it, as most of you do. LOL.

If anything give "Jon" the title of publisher, editor, reporter. That is if this blog is even his.

=))=))=))

Whomever it may be they have you right where they want you.

boltsgirlvl4 said...
=)) keep it up blogger, we just know we're getting to you more & more and that people give a shit less & less.

Sounds to me "boltsgirlvl4" is wrong. Who is getting to who? LOL at faqufeedme in the NHL:1 last night asking if KP had been keeping up with the blog. Sounds to me like there are some that are more interested than you think, "boltsgirlvl4"

Keep it up blogger, this is hilarious =))=))=)) how you get to these chat scrappers.

Anonymous said...

who cares if jon is the blogger or not. It's funny. If someone thinks its jon let them think that. I think its funny that "everyone" is being made fun of be it chat scrap or sonners or sonner gf's. Its funny. Besides is someone gonna tell me the battle between the chat scrap and Jon and Tasha isnt funny? They are exposing each other. Who gives a fuck, i laugh when i read it. So chat scrap, sonners, Tasha, or Jon. We can tell that all of you are getting pissed. so keep on getting pissed because this is entertaining Love NHL Chatter!

Anonymous said...

Sonshine, Are you sure you don't need Chapstick for those lips of yours? Seems they've left prints all over Jon's ass. If you're trying to deflect the blame,you were unsuccessful. BTW,as if people don't know who YOU are,be it Nita,Tasha,or Indira Ghandi's ghost,GIVE IT UP!!! You've been as the sonners like to say,EXPOSED

And remember...
Tomorrow is another day :)

Anonymous said...

Sonners getting their panties in a knot once again! FACT! Sonners bringing a plastic butter knife to a gun fight! FACT! Get a job, faggits!

lol@sonshine! You're another one with no job or life other than chatting in NHL1.. you food stamp collecting faggit! Start practising what you preach or GTFO.

Anonymous said...

sonners have been sonned. oh the ironyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Anonymous said...

lol too punny. why is eberyone pighting por? why joo cant por the sake of god get along? ober the last por of pibe months joo paggits are still posting to the blog. lets all be preinds again. i thought we would be priends por eber and eber.

pine, if we cant be priends im not pucking chatting wit joo all anymore

PACT! the blogger owns joo lipeless puckers!

Anonymous said...

"Nita" is Indian, not Phillipino, duh!

Anonymous said...

meester anonymous,

just to let joo know it is The Philippines or it's filipina or filipino
=)) at Phillipino.l-) =)) duh l-)
who is nita?
chat paggit l-) my name is Vilma.
i want marry real man from canaduh. joo like me?

Hay Hay said...

LMAO @ someone leaving a comment under my screen name...Boltsgirlvl4!

Get a life and comment under your own name!!! Apparently you do not have enough balls to face the scrutiny...

Anonymous said...

Boltsgirlvl4 (hay hay) shut your trap and stop being a home-wrecker. Get your own chatter!

Anonymous said...

BOOOOOOOOOORING! :|

Anonymous said...

The perfect day for chat scrap males like Todd, Jimmy, Paul, Thornton,Cudaguy,Flyereddie .... the list goes on and on.

8:45 Wake up with an erection
8:46 Wipe cum off abdomen with sock
9:00 Shower then reports 5 lbs heavier again today to his diary
9:30 Breakfast with fellow chatters online
11:00 Nap
12:30 Does a sit-up
12:35 Lunch with fellow chatters online
1:30 Set fantasy hockey roster
2:00 Play video games online
3:00 Nap
5:30 Does a push-up
5:35 Dinner with fellow chatters online
8:30 Take abuse from Sonners who are online
9:30 Cyber lonely chat girls
9:35 Online video games
11:30 Chat room gossip
1:30 Contemplate suicide
1:35 To bed and cuddle with body pillow with fake pics of chat hottie taped to it

The perfect day for Sonners ....

5:00 Alarm, 200 situps 100 pushups
5:30 Shower and massage.
5:45 Blowjob.
6:00 Massive dump while reading USA Today business section.
6:30 Limo arrives, Stoli Bloody Marys.
6:45 Lear Jet to Augusta, Georgia.
9:45 Front nine holes, Augusta National Golf Club.
11:15 Brunch - 2 dozen oysters, 3 Heinekens.
11:45 Blowjob.
12:00 Back nine holes, Augusta National Golf Club.
2:00 Limo to Augusta Airport, Bombay Sapphire Martini.
3:30 Nassau, Bahamas, afternoon fishing with all female crew
(topless). Sex for each fish caught. Catch 1249 lb. Blue
Marlin. Grilled tuna and steamed lobster appetizers, six
Heinekens, nap.
6:15 Blowjob.
6:45 Lear Jet return flight, total body massage in transit.
8:15 Shit, shower, shave.
9:00 Dinner at Ritz Carlton, Oysters Casino, 20 oz. Filet mignons (rare), Gorgonzola salad, Fettucini Alfredo, Chateau Lafite Rothschild 1963 (magnum) creme brute, Louis XII Cognac, Cohiba Lancero
10:30 Sex with 3 women, all from different countries
11:30 Whirlpool, steam and massage. 2 of 3 woman quietly get dressed, hail cab and leave.
Midnight: Blowjob
12:15 Sleep

Anonymous said...

There was a young lady of Michigan,

Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again."

Said her mother, "That's strange,

I'm surprised it ain't mange,

If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again."

Anonymous said...

My dearest darling with long dark hair and eyes azure,
My love for you is eternal, tried, and sure.
I stare into the infinite depths of your eyes,
But I often find my gaze directed at your thighs.

Everyone appreciates your unsurpassed beauty and grace,
Your perfect supple form and enchanting face.
Some say beauty is fleeting, and boy do I agree.
Your personality sucks, so when you're 40, with you I will not be.

My sweet, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
One...uh...one...hmm...number one...gimme a chance... how about the way your body sways?

Let me once more restate my love for you.
65% of the time, to you I'm true.
There is no other woman with whom I lay,
At least, not at this particular time of day.

My dear, you're absolutely the best.
How 'bout accompanying me to the next Chatfest?
(That is, unless I don't have another date)
The events that brought us together must have been fate.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
You're the greatest, Ashley, I mean Kate, I mean Sue.

j/k Mary :)

Anonymous said...

can i axe u sukkas a queshun?
where all da whitey hoes?
man katie is such a bro hoe, she only ride big nigga' dicks.
dat girl a hoe fashow

Anonymous said...

Super, please revise '12:15' under the 'Perfect Day for Sonners' heading. 12:15 should read; "it was all just a dream."