He said he would meet me.
He said he would meet me.
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Stood up. How sad…
“A guy standing on a station platform in the rain, with a comical look on his face, because his insides have been kicked out. “
Der muss be a Bogie ref in here sumwhere? Sam Spade?
Rick kitteh wants hise Ilse kitteh. Big sad.
“Richard, I cannot go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go, my darling, and God bless you. Ilsa.”
ok, I tried 2 put a link up and it got nommed.
I’ll try teh way somwun told me…sowry if this shows up twyce:
http://www.video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=LA+VIE+EN+ROSE&n=21&b=61&ei=utf-8&js=1&fr=yfp-t-501&tnr=20&vid=1293193606
Sabrina…. I do lub me some Audrey <3 <3 <3
Casablanca!!! Too eeaee!
And so sad. Teh picchur – so sad. HOO amongst us hazn’t been there- dun that!!!
*begins to weep inconsolablee* *memriez ov tiem at teh Roma Termini Stazione*
*sob sob sob* *sniff*
Maus – perchance – doo yoo hav anudder hankee????
A gentleman always carries a handkerchief…
*Hands it to JCH4K*
An a gentulman yoo ar. *sniff* Tahnk yoo *sniff sniff* *taeks hankee – dabs at aiees*
it’z just sooo saaaaad! *dab dab*
shudn’t EBER bee laik taht. But sumtiems iz. *dab*
Tahnkz again. Ai think ai’m sumwaht bedder nao.
“we’ll always have Paris”
O, JCH4K!! Heer, try dis large linen hanky, irond presieslee just so. It wuz mai daddy’s! Also u mite liek sum chawklit caek? Leftoberz frum las nite, made wif ornj corjul. An a sof blankee, in teh color “L’eHeure Bleu” for cumfort?
Oh zauberflote – thank yoo so much. Chawklit caek – maed wif ornj corjul?? Taht’s reelee cheeree. an the Bleu Blankee – purrfekt. Ai’l soon bee mai happi self again.
Oh noes, Miss JCH4K! Do nawt cry!
We givs this kitteh a happeh ending . . .
Sceen: a streetlite, ennytown, ennywhar.
We see: wun blak kitteh, sitting alowne, in teh far reeches uv teh lite.
Teh kitteh has a sad. This kitteh walks alowne.
Suddenlee! Owt uv teh shaddows! Teh sownd uv kwiet paw steps.
A soft meow. He has nawt stood her up. He has arrived. Wuz late, but is heer now.
Teh kwiet tuch uv 2 noses in teh moonlite. A luvving kiss.
Paws entangled, 2 kittehs walk away liek dark shadows into teh moonlite.
*teh end*
Awwwwww….. I feels awl warm and snorgly insyde.
JCH4K, yew will like dis!!! Jus be careful yu not go splort….. Ai wud have if I was nawt wearin my CHRG!!
Ai haz now teid bof hankees togedder in an improvized CHRG(wdoi). So am saife frum teh splorting – which ai shurlee mite hav dun.
Gremin – thank yoo too. Yur storee – it tuches mai hart. This iz eggsatlee as it shud bee an eggsactlee the happee ending ai be wishing fur awl mai deer frenz heer.
{{{{Gremlin}}}}
Oh, gremlin, thank yu! I had a sad, but nao I have a happy!
Yur storee has warmed my hart!
{{{{{{{{{gremlin}}}}}}}}}}
I had a big sad frum dat pikshur. Yu fiksed it.
Tank yu.
Ai haz rlly runned teh gamut ov emoshuns frum teh depfths ov dispair, tu teh heightses ov elashun;
Main ting iys taht teh kittehs wound up togevver!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!
Awwwws, yous mades teh kitteh a happeh ending!!!
yays fer happeh endings!! ^-^
I had a sad wen i saw dat kitteh awl bys herselfs
yer stoiry mades it betters :33
yays!!! ^-^
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Dat waz lubblee!
Fankyoo, cheezfrenz. I culd nawt bayr to see that kitteh stay ther aloen. So I rited her a happeh ending.
Sumtiems whut luks liek a sad ending is teh sad middel uv a storeh whose happeh ending has just nawt arrived yet . . .
{{cheezfrenz}} I wishes fur a happeh ending fur us awl!
Bartender, snorgles an sawft blankees fur awl mah frenz!
“Sumtiems whut luks liek a sad ending is teh sad middel uv a storeh whose happeh ending has just nawt arrived yet . . .”
How luvly! Tank ewe fur making my big sad a bigger happy!
(I’ve never added a comment before but this was so wonderful I just had to! Or risk a SPLORT!) Many many tank ewes!
when we read ur storie, it maded me and me mommy crie. sniff. such a happy ending! i favorited that just for ur comment.
*sob sob sob* is rite
sighhhh
Comgrachulampostshuns on ur tawp hank of braid, Maus! I heerz sadz in Paris fer muzicz…would yall liek sum chawkilt sumfin to cheer us up?
yay top maus!
How about a bottle of bourbon and a pack of cigarettes?
an talin owt teh cornur ob ur mowf?
I dunno… ‘talin’ mite be gud for lolnascar!
mah talins, let me show them 2 u
*poke*
OW
This seemed liek an appropreeyat sawng for todais braid:
http://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=LA+VIE+EN+ROSE&n=21&b=61&ei=utf-8&js=1&fr=yfp-t-501&tnr=20&vid=1293193606
actually more uv a movie clip…
I noes. Dis pictur makes me very very sad. *sniff*
*I* would’ve met him. Poor baby!!
The rooster crowed at midnight.
Ohai,
Tribble 
! Hao wuz teh boiskowt meetin? (an Iz sorree ai wuz callin u “he” 
)
Ohai
zauberflote 
! Boi scowt meetin wuz bizzee. We haz 30 new scowtz join ower troop. Dis iz tyme uff year wen cub scowtz moove tu boi scowtz. Sew wee be doing alot uff stuff tu welcum new boiz.
No wurriez, meni peez tink eye iz a boi at furs. Eye onli haz boi kidz, sew much uff whut I tawk bout izz boi stuff.
Ai haz onlee boi kidz too, don noe wut Ida dun wif girlee types!
An I has let mai
s go, dye waz makin me cla…klaw…phstro…feelin nerbus abowt bein so hemmed in!
ai am boi kidd! =D notchoors tho ….
Hullo Jimmba, welcum tu ICHC. Mye boi’z were da wunz dat tole mee bout dis syte. But de jus luk at da picherz, de dont reed da commentz.
Mai
had tu go guard da Pope. De reelized no dizmemberment threat, jus mizzunnerstanding.
Whups! Eye ment peepz, not peez!!
*wispurrs* zauberflote – long time ago, Tribble used to be Lynn. Taht wuz much eezier fur shur. an if yoo go bak an see clever thingz an pomez taht Lynn rote – nao yoo know hoo it reelee iz.
No, Lynn wanted lol namez!
Whi tank u Janet!! U izz sew kind!! I mizz poemz tu. But de tuk much tyme. Eye shud due dem occasionallee.
The dog catches fish in the fountain.
Rosebud
Iz crossin ur path
Bringin u bad luck.
(dats whut u get foar being late)
(even tho Iz doan beleev in black cat soopermastishuns, ’sall I cud come up wiff)
i’m wiff ya.
an wai is it teh kittehs dat ar teh bad luk?
wai it culd not be a goggie?
poor poor kittehs bein all abyoosed…
u cross teh blak kitteh, she crosses u bak…
We had a black cat at mah werk. He wuz da coolest…came to live dere in 1986, we just lost him last Oct.
Awwwww, I sorreee lolnascar. Dat wuz a 21 yeer old kat!! Muss have bin sum siameez in him, liek mai Jennyfur?
we said 22 or 23, he wuz adult when he came to us! amazin fer sure. Oldest cat I’ve evar seen wuz 26
speekin frum eggsperyens, teh blakk cat will traane u erlee to nawt cross her…..Mai blakk cat, let me show you her
lolz, ZF! I haz a blak kitteh liek that 2!
Sowry for u loozing ur blak kitteh Lolnascar. I think blak kittehs r teh GUD luk!
I’z wuz partyally razed by 2 blk kittehz.
Done been considerin’ dem good luck evah since…
sounds of Parisian accordian….
or lonee saxifone…
Concatulayshuns Maus, u iz nawt sekkund!
=0 ello….from pudding cat =D
All aloooooone in teh mooooooonlight…
Win! @@@@@
we still has no cheezbrgrs??
mebbeh i shuld finish mai sentense befoar hittin add commint….
we has no cheezbrgrs for wich to voat wiff?
No!!! We Dunt!!! An ai misses tehm sumthing fierce!!
*sobs inconsolablee again*
Janet, all ai haz left iz teeny liddle embroyderee ladee hankees, dat be ok? Plz plz hab sum chawklit caek, u will feel bedder 4 it!
*pats JCH4K on teh bak*
don cri. leest yu gots yur cheezfrens!
but ai misses teh voteburgers too…
an dis kitteh she haz an epic sad
And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
http:/ /www. potw.org/archive/potw85.html
Oooh! Wun ob mai fayvrits! But nao Ai has teh poehectic eerwurm!
IIIIIII love that song!!!!!!! and teh pome. is grate.
Loreena McKennitt sings a bershun ov dis poem – I fergit whut album itz awn, but I lissen to it a lot. Iz bery bery nice
I do nawt think this is teh Loreena McKennitte sawng yoo menshuned, but is wun uv mah fayvrits. Teh Mummers Dance on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCiDm8H1ggU
iz de same. onlyest loreena’s berzion b loonger dan de won ai learnt az win ai wuz 13.
Moar:
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
….
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
win !! ai had nawt thought of this pome for a long time, or of loreena’s version of it. sumtimes an earwurm is a gud thing.
PdB! I passed ur message along to MaryO and she replied. Look under the kissin kittehs picshur.
Also, donut forget to writes me at lolcatburglar at gmail dot com so I can gives Mary ur address. If u wants, that is.
Thank yoo whiskers an zauberflote. ai’ll just taek these hankees ai awrredee got off mai hed an use them. An teh caek wuz reelee gud – thanks.
It’s just – ai am so LOOOOONGING for ar burgers. It’s just nawt teh same.
an ai reelee dont liek typing into teh dredded rap aroung where ai can’t see waht ai am doing!! Ai maek enuf typos wehn ai CAN see it!!1 LOL1
Ya, iz liek teh werds go into anudder dimenshun, an dey party wif Shrodingers kitteh fur a minnit, an den *hey presto* theyz bakk!
Ai ben adin ecksty carrij retunz, maeks dem sho mii mai wurds…
Cud taek dem bak owt afore hitin “ad comintz”
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Fank yoo, Trevor Nunn
Sorree – ai know it’s long – but ai think is so prittee – an apropo!
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun.
*sigh* Fanks JCH4K.
*goes bak twerk alll dreemee*
Yay, JCH4K!
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*sniff*
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mai dai, nawt so grate akshully (I feelz a bit liek teh kitteh in teh pikshur), an nao I haz teh need ov teh hankees, wif de amazink Elaine Page’s singings. Dis haz bin a hep in cheering me up (in spite ov teh teers)
Oh PB2K, ai hoep u feline beddr soon.
{{{{{{{{{PB2K}}}}}}}}}}
Ohai Pb2K, sowry u are nawt so grate todai…. heer is a hug and a cheerie sawng for u:
{{{{Pb2K}}}}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2Ncxw1xfck
(see wut u did 4.5 karat kitteh… showd me how to link… now I’m addikted!)
4.5 karat – ai lieks! Sowwy abowt teh adikshun…
fanks bunches fur teh hugs an moosik, leezab & 4.5 kittehs! Teh hugs an sawng ar too wunnerful!!
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(iz onlee boy trubble…but it stil gibs me a sad)
.
Hoepfullee teh next lolpic will be cheery-ing.
Tks Leeza-b! Ai lurve dat toon.
Ai wunst had a kleer graple 45 wif “Swyte Tallkinwomin” & “Fyreon Hi”… wunder wharitiz nao?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJHzoAmA8Ec
Teh grate Elaine Paige.
This wun gave me mennee menee goose bumps – it’s taht good.
Don’t miss it!!!
Nao I need that hankee!
~sniff~
Tank yu, JCH4K…
Nice…
Played dat in hi skool jazzerish band. Luvd it den, luvz it nao.
..so he siad this spot midnight…wait a sec its one a clock!….tricked again!!!!… he shall fear the black kittehs curse!!!!!
poor lonely kitteh….
i will taek you home and lurve you and maek you less sad…
this is the saddest thing I have ever seen. not just on lolcats, anywhere
i know.
made me all teary-eyed before i could catch myself.
Surely tis McGonnagall-cat?
Ai was tinking teh same ting!!!
Yase!!!
Iv id iz, wii R jest en tiem fur teh movee!
(R dey shown awl dem whutz ben maed sew fur? Ur onnlee dis wun?)
Win! McGonagall-cat waytin fr Dumblydor 2 sho up wif teh put-owter fr teh streetlyte.
Pooh stood up kitteh, ar himz are no good
or does he haz a good reason to explain
himz absence, did himz get hit by a car, like in dat
mobie, an affairz to rememberz
will we eber kno?
Nyss! Ans moast cleverr, two_kittehs!
fanks muchez Lyp
Too much sad!
So wich way is home?
ai dunno. aize lost.
toadallee lost.
issa gift!
hoo sez dis? u wayten foar godoh?
oh, look its an existential play about nothing(ness)
I tink u may hav sumthin ther.
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iz troo, godoh nawt commen tunite, nawt commen tumarrow nite, nawt ebarr. wut teh poyntee endz ob dis storee?
Charity Valentime-Kitteh spunkilee resolbes to mobe awn wif her life
There’s gotta be something better than this,
There’s gotta be something better to do,
And when I find me something better to do.
I’m gonna get up, I’m gonna get out
I’m gonna get up, get out and do it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smsPNIZcmL0&feature=related
Where am I going?
And what will I find?
What’s in this grab-bag that I call my mind?
What am I doing alone on the shelf?
Dis is inkredibul bit of fotografee. I nevur seed so musch atmosfere in one frame, evun wifowt teh perfekt capshun. Brillyunt, if hart-renching.
…
Think Ile go get drunk naow…
Great Duffy, den yu will be hungover AND hart-renched….*tsk tsk*
Duffy – yor rite, is inkredibul pikshur! Is noir-ish. We awl reeds lawts into it. Teh kapshun is perfekt. It brakes owr harts.
Kitteh is probly sitting ther thinking – “whutz that sownd I heerz in teh grass? is that a mowsie?” *pounce!* *nom nom nom*
Mah sister an I haz a filosofee. When we duzzint no wut happinz negst in whut mite turn owt to be a sad ending, we decides to giv it a happeh ending insted. I tried to do that abuv. Duz mah ending maek yoo has less sad?
Ennyway, we toasts this inkredibul pikshur. I lifts a glass wit yoo in honor uv teh beautimusness uv it. It is beyootifl, and perfekt.
*lifts glass in toast uv *both* lief’s happeh an sad momints; let us fully liv in them awl*
Anom to taht, gremlin. Welll sed!
I suspect that if there had been no capshun, all the hankies wood still be dry and folded in pockets. Its a bootiful photo and evocative, but I cain’t hep but wunder whut yer impresshuns wooda been wiffout the sad inducin caption. Dat mite be evil criminal qat, wanted in six counties, an he mite be finkin ‘he usual comes by here in 15 minnums, I’s gonna hide over dere and when he come by, I jumps him.’
the fotoe does have a sorta Maxfield Parrish look though.
Hmm. Awl hee needz iz teh Jigger Craigib tew plai cardz wif—cood bee strate owta “Carousel”! Duz we needz tew sing “Yew’ll Nebber Wok Aloan”?
DAt wuz SPOZEDta sai, “Jigger CraigiN”, not CraigiB…oh, well.
purtie kitteh waits on lost luv
ware is mai kittehfrend?
ai think ai seed him layt last nite. naow aize all dun wif mai homewerks- is taim to partee, but ware is he? ai put awn mai littel blak dress n everythin.
“ai put awn mai ittel blak dress” – LOL!
Dark kittehh waits eagerly (and anxiously) fer her qatnip connection. “He shuddah bin here buh noaw, didee git busted? WuddamI gonna do? I cain’t wayt here in the dark wiff awl dis cash (sniff – twitchy tail). Wut if a kawp comes and axes me wut I’se doin hear? Is dat a siren? (looks around nervously). I gawt to calm down (skritch scritch scritch). I shud go home but wut if he’s just late, (koff koff scritch wipes runney nose) I done wanna miss him. Is it hawt tonight? I feels hawt (sniff – lik nose). I could go ter his place but I myte miss him if hes commin here. And wut if the kawps are at his place? I gots to wait here den (snif). WuddamI gonna do?”
SnE – Verreh funneh!
Professor McGonagel waiting once again for the appearance of Albus Dumbledore and his deluminator!
Thursday, April 17, 2008.
Dear Diary:
Today a lolcat broke my heart.
Awwwww. Those lolcats. Maykin us laff wun day. Braykin owr harts teh neggst . . .
{{tesstricks}}
yesh.. tehy r make me bipolar.. n nut teh knut kind eethur.
*Singel spotlite on dark stage*
*Slinky black Marlena kittee steps into spotlite *
*Sings very looww and sexxee*
“Underneat teh lamplite, by teh barracks gate,
Darlink, I memembers teh way u used to waite”
*Bigamous sigh from peoples out tere in dark who luves glamouramous oldamous movies*
Wie einst Lili Marlene!
Wie einst Lili Marlene.
Dis maik mah eyes leek!! *sob*
Mah hartz bin rippted from mah bodee an stompted flatzies. *wail*
“Ooh, der he iz!!!”
“surree ai be laet, hunni!”
(Ai wanna happee tael ending.)
Anuther taike onna pikshure:
Kitteh alwaise wayts fur her hyoomin ayt teh sayme tyme eech dai;
He usooallee cums haome frum wurk aroun 5:00 pm ebbery nite; kitteh alwaise keaps vigil ayt teh sayme spaot.
Tudae hims bees layte. Kitteh groes iympashent; her staurts tu be wurried.
Noe signe ov hims yett; her lies daown ayt side ov teh rode.
Her wayts sum moar. Teh nite growes darkur; streitlamp frows moar shadoes.
Fynallee, teh soun ovva caur moetor. Her luuks ankshuslee:
Iyt’s hims!!!!!!!!!!!
He pulls up, oapens caur doar, adn kitteh hopps iyn.
Ature hims gibbs kitteh a bigggggggggggg snorgle anna kiss, dey goes to
kitteh’s furebber hoam.
Teh Eynd
CKK – I lieks yor vershun uv teh storeh too! An can they haz tuna fur supper too? An a sawft blankee?
{CKK}
Wen yu bees iyn yur furebber haome, yu can haz wutebber yu wunts!
Daz wads gonna haeppen awlrite! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Wowsers!! taht’s a lotta burgerses!!!!!111!!!!!! Fanks lotses & lotses, JAJEH!!!!!!!!!
U welcum! Ai laiked deh happee taile storee!
Deze burgerses naud be fattnin n habno clesterol wadsoebber.
WIN!
p.s. he wuz late becuz he went to drive-thru furst!
mebbeh kitteh wates fur totoro and teh catbus tew visit mommeh in teh hospizzel?
aaaaaw! that’s too sad
poor kitteh!
I wunner if we’d feel differuint if teh capshun sed:
“She said she wouldd meet me.”
Noep!! Noe diffrunt: Ai wud hav jes az byg a sad fur boi-kitteh az wel;
Noebuddee, kitteh oar hyoomin shud ebber geyt stuud up, ebben IRL
Sumhau “She sed she wud meet me” ebben more poignant – mebbe cuz shaus vullnerabull guy.
Ai think teh gurlz ar just az vulnerabul az teh guize – don’t yoo??? Maybee eben moarso?
Datswai more poignant – peeps tink onlee gurlz are vulnerabull – guyzz godda luk n ack tuff….if dizza guy waitin n sad, he no so tuff. Dat’s niaice.
CKK, tank yoo forda happee happee stori bout forebber haome.
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Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time…
Maybe is frat boy kitteh onna way home (alone) from beer bash, sitting onna sidewalk wishing fings wud stawp spinnin aroun so he could figgure owt wish way to his haus. Ise purrrrty shir dat last time I went dataway an ended up back on campus but dis way leads to the boathouse, I fink. Mebbe iffen I retrace muh stepz I’ll see where I went rong. Or praps I kin fine sumbody to point me inna ryte directshun, and where are muh keys?
LOL! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
“The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all.”
Mai feehatrickle bakgrownd – let me sho yu it!
“Let us sit on the ground and tell sad stories…”
Kitteh is nawt waytin – i juss a dramatickle paws………………
ten years ago
on a cold dark night,
there was someone shot
‘neath the bikepath light
No kitteh noes, No kitteh sees. No kitteh noes . . . but meh.
Johnny Cash ref FTW!
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In a long black tail, she cries ov’re my bones
Johnny Cash made it big, Lefty Frissel made it first. (I tink)
That has got to be one of the saddest LOL’s I’m seen. Poor kitteh left alone. =(
Roadkill Cat
haz not yet
met destinee
owch! but teh shocked LOL did stop mai weepies… thx!
Waaah!
Underneeth teh lamplite
By teh barrack gate,
Darlin I remembur
Teh wai yu used to wait…
My Lili of teh Lamplite,
My own Lili Marlene.
(WWII songs – I lubs tehm.)
Oh, so doo ai!!!
Lili Marlene was the first thing that came to mind for this one.
For teh cheezfrens with no clue what we’re on about…
http://ingeb.org/garb/lmarleen.html
I recommend the Williy Fritsch and Marlene Dietrich for the German versions, the 6.Panzergrenadierdivison for a choral version. For English, I like the Vera Lynn rendition.
The best of all, IMHO, is by Larry Hovis (Carter of the ‘Hogan’s Heroes’ TV show)
Doo not bee sad, byootimuss kitteh. Dat loosur nawt good enuff furr u. Nawt ebbun wurvvy ub a hoofin. Wee shall furget him and walk awai wiff a high hed, as befittin teh dignittee ub…Teh Cat.
An teh dawnkee will trot beehind admiringlee.
Is guud wun!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!!
Before you send that person a mean, nasty letter, always give that person a chance to explain. I thought I got stood up once. I waited for this girl for three hours before I gave up and went home. I got mad at her, but then I thought maybe she had a good reason. It turns out that she did come after all. She thought I had stood her up. We were waiting for each other in different places! I was outdoors, and she was indoors.
Lesson learned: never wander around during a rendezvous.
at leest, nawt withowt a sellfone. wunnerful thing is tecknowlegee.
ai playz fone tag a lawt…
A cellphone would’ve definitely been helpful.
I must be the only 20-something walking around without a cellphone…but I never did want one.
I didn’t want wun ayether. teh problim wuz, tho, teh fone in mai apartmnt isnt hookd up nemoar, and sins aim never hoam neways, it was eezzeer to get a sellfone.
That’s really sad actually.
maebee hiz kar krasheded! maebee hiz parentz cauteded him! MAEBEE MAI PARENTZ CAUTEDED HIM! OHNOES!!!!!
)
(poar kitteh…shee duzznt reelyz taht he left hur foar sumwun else!
Oh i has saddness four kittie.
That’s Simon’s Rock!!
Juliet waitz 4 Romeouw…
oh romeow! sumbuddeez waitin foar yu! yu want me to take a messiges?
Underneath the lantern,
By the barrack gate
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait
T’was there that you whispered tenderly,
That you loved me,
You’d always be,
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene
Time would come for roll call,
Time for us to part,
Darling I’d caress you
And press you to my heart,
And there ‘neath that far-off lantern light,
I’d hold you tight ,
We’d kiss good night,
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene
Orders came for sailing,
Somewhere over there
All confined to barracks
was more than I could bear
I knew you were waiting in the street
I heard your feet,
But could not meet,
My Lilly of the Lamplight,
my own Lilly Marlene
Resting in our billets,
Just behind the lines
Even tho’ we’re parted,
Your lips are close to mine
You wait where that lantern softly gleams,
Your sweet face seems
To haunt my dreams
My Lilly of the Lamplight,
My own Lilly Marlene
Tanks u, DC,
I posted on teh song 2, but couldn’t memember all teh words. Sooo sad and romantical.
Ai awlwais lubbed taht sawng—owr lokal radyo stashun uzed to plai it. Tehy plaied wut uzed to bee cawled “middel ob teh rode”; nao tehy cawl it eezy lissenin”. Fanks foar awl teh liryx!
aww, this one makes me sad.
But Michelle – go up an reed Gremlin’s storeee – tehn yoo can bee happee again.
McGonnagal kitteh haz 2 snuffs teh lamppost before Hagrid kitteh arrivez wid the Boy-Who-Lived kitteh. (U new dis was a Harry Potter picsher, rite?)
aaaawwww…..sadness….definitely still cute…but with serious sadness
young lady, u’ll never know how lucky u waz……!
that’s depressing.
might this b in badger park? as i livez dere an i wundrinz…
Thank uz all fur yur votez. I nivver thot I would git so manny.
awww lol seems like me
poor kitteh
WTF is up with these SAD non-lols?? This the same person who did the “I waited for you” on ihasahotdog.com ?
BAD BAD BAD!! I come here to try and get AWAY from my depression, not see pictures that make me cry!
dats da fark pictur!
Hezzata nudder lamppozzd wunnerin ware u r
I did not know that you would be here…Professor McGonagall
Oh noes! That’s the saddest thing in the world!
Orders came for sailing
Somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks
Was more than I could bear;
I knew you were waiting
In the street,
I heard your feet,
But could not meet,
My Lili of the lamplight,
My own Lili Marlene.
Resting in a billet
Just behind the line
Even tho’ we’re parted
Your lips are close to mine,
You wait where that lantern
Softly gleams
Your sweet face seems
To haunt my dreams,
My Lili of the lamplight,
My own Lili Marlene.
That was super sad! :’(
ai haz a sad. Dis iz mai laife. ai iz waytin’ still.
Sad :’(
……p_q…..i cries now
Aww, kitteh got stood up.
That totally looks like a park in the Fairview section of Anchorage, AK.