BONO, why don't you just tell me what it is so I can help you look? This has been going on far too long. When you first said you couldn't find it I felt bad and wished you the best and everything. But then you kept going on and on about it. Every time I turned around there you were, whining again. Geez!
By and by you've lightened up a little and only lamented occasionally, but still, I find myself silently asking, "Seriously, Bono? Still?"
I just heard you keening again the other day and I mean it's been like 25 years! Come! On! Either find it or move on already!
I'm sorry my friend, but I have to ask: are you sure you're really even looking?!
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Blasphemy!!!!
I'm guessing you aren't going to the concert this summer....
Haha this is why you are one of my favorite people ever!!!
This post is a glaring example in this difference in our "with it" factors. When I saw the title I thought you must be referring to you or one of your not-so-into practicing children. (Just assuming you have those since I think we all do.) But then I saw Bono as the accused absent minded one, and thought, "Well yeah, he did run into that tree. But that's not too respectful calling him names." Totally different levels you and I.
Suzanne, wha????
Oh, I get it...Sunny Bono! Aaaaahahahahahahahahaha!
I love you, Aunt Suzy!
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