Chad: Neville, can you take my shift tonight, I gotta see my girl.
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A term coined by British comedian Russell Kane.
When you have such a bad breakdown that you end up on your mother's kitchen floor, crying your eyes out with snot all over your face, telling her that you're convinced that you'll never amount to anything/no-one will ever love you/you're going to fail you're uni course/etc.. It usually happens to young adults, mostly people who have just moved away from home, who suddenly realise that being a functioning adult is not as easy as it looks. The kitchen floor reset renders you incapable of looking after yourself for a number of days either side of it but, after it has passed, everything is miraculously ok again and everything that seemed like a big deal now feels very manageable. Hence the term "reset".
When you have such a bad breakdown that you end up on your mother's kitchen floor, crying your eyes out with snot all over your face, telling her that you're convinced that you'll never amount to anything/no-one will ever love you/you're going to fail you're uni course/etc.. It usually happens to young adults, mostly people who have just moved away from home, who suddenly realise that being a functioning adult is not as easy as it looks. The kitchen floor reset renders you incapable of looking after yourself for a number of days either side of it but, after it has passed, everything is miraculously ok again and everything that seemed like a big deal now feels very manageable. Hence the term "reset".
Person 1: I heard that Kelly broke up with Brian and that he's in real bad shape
Person 2: Yeah, he went home and had a total kitchen floor reset, he should be back at uni by monday
Person 2: Yeah, he went home and had a total kitchen floor reset, he should be back at uni by monday
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by Floor 2 Peeps March 16, 2011
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P1: Sup fellow floor gang member!
P2: Im doing good!
P1: let's express our alpha and big pp energy
P1 and P2: FLOOR GANG OUH!
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P1: let's express our alpha and big pp energy
P1 and P2: FLOOR GANG OUH!
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The first verse is about a Vietnam Veteran who returns home and doesnt believe in religion anymore. the 2nd verse is about a street racer who dies in a crash.
the last verse is about gang violence.
much better in concert.
one of the most epic songs by The Boss, and the only song of his that includes the 'F' and 'B' words.
"The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure fucked up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?"
The first verse is about a Vietnam Veteran who returns home and doesnt believe in religion anymore. the 2nd verse is about a street racer who dies in a crash.
the last verse is about gang violence.
much better in concert.
one of the most epic songs by The Boss, and the only song of his that includes the 'F' and 'B' words.
"The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure fucked up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?"
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