a google images search shows:http://www.toiletology.com/images/the-can.jpg
Apparently, there's also a band Can and then there's the Can Can dance.
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kim (Kim), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:39 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex K (Alex K), Thursday, 26 June 2003 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dio Steed, Thursday, 26 June 2003 15:01 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Thursday, 26 June 2003 15:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― K 9, Thursday, 26 June 2003 17:43 (twenty-two years ago)
1. Can recorded a song called "Hunters & Collectors", which one of my very favorite artists then used as a band name (until they disbanded). This is all very cool to me.
2. It has been proven that soda in cans cools down faster than soda in bottles. During the summertime, when you want to pull a cold soda out of the fridge faster, this is vital to know.
3. What's weird about the French phenom-named-after-a-place called Cannes is that it's spelled C-A-N-N-E-S but is pronounced C-A-N by just about every non-French speaker out there (including me).
4. The word "can" rhymes with Dan. Dan is the first name of veteran ILX poster Dan Perry. Dan Perry is a hilarious poster who is absolutely nutso about The Cure, two of many reasons why I like him!
― Innocent Dreamer (Dee the Lurker), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:21 (twenty-two years ago)
So make a stand for your man, honeyTry to can the canPut your man in the can, honeyGet him while you canCan the can, can the canIf you can, wow, well, can the can
Well your sister's got the feline touch, she touches up your mindAnd your eagle lover likes his little bit of evil loving all the timeDon't let the cat get into the eagle's nest at nightBecause the eagle could say 'yes' without a fightScratch out her eyes
Ooh, can the can, ooh, can the can, uh huh, can the canOoh, can the can, ooh, can the can, ooh, can the canAh, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey
Make a stand for your man, honey, try to can the canPut your man in the can, honey, get him while you canCan the can, can the can, if you can, wow
Make a stand for your man, honey, try to can the can...
― ailsa (ailsa), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nate Patrin (Nate Patrin), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 26 June 2003 22:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― [email protected], Saturday, 28 June 2003 09:46 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Saturday, 28 June 2003 16:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Aswad, Saturday, 28 June 2003 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)
No Can Do
Skint in a material worldI did a warehouse stint for southsea girlIt was Hong Kong clothes for cashEverybody got treated worse than trashPunch the card in the company clockLoad the trolleys and the company trucksAnd around and around the whole day throughAnd you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do
Well they had beaten up people from every landFools like me trying to be in bandsA little French girl so good to meBut I couldn't love her back so lonelyA backpacker travelling throughA lumberjack with the travelling bluesWe had worn out shoes and worn out cuffsAnd big ideas that were never big enough
He said the man wants you go wash his carHey you I'm talking to youI said me, not me uh uhNo can do
No can can do no canNo can can do no can
Now some were grown up unlike meAnd were dealing with realityI was spittin' sulkin' smokin' shirkin'While a lady from Jamaica was singing and workingI had everyone but me to blameAnd every day was just the sameWell nobody ever said it was a righteous worldBut if they did they never said it at southsea girl
Well I've made my bed on peoples floorsOpened up and closed some doorsDreamed that if my dreams came trueThen I wouldn't do what I didn't want toWalking through the gates to the outsideTo dream some dreams that never diedAnd I walked the streets of London townLooking for a place to put my head down
― Aswad, Saturday, 28 June 2003 17:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Venga, Saturday, 28 June 2003 17:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― qua rout jountires, Saturday, 28 June 2003 18:17 (twenty-two years ago)