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[which_chick]

What the hell is a Cyclone Ranger?

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[galena417.livejournal.com]

I have no idea... sorry!

But...apparently the true lyric is "Everyone avoids me like a psyched Lone Ranger" which makes a bit more sense.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

It (honestly) does not SOUND like "psyched Lone Ranger". It doesn't. Not at all. Maybe I'm going deaf...

[ksleet.livejournal.com]

For what it's worth, always sounded like "Cyclone Ranger" to me, too.

[galena417.livejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong - even after looking up the lyrics, I still think it sounds like cyclone ranger.

[teflon-tim.livejournal.com]

The Cyclone Ranger was the "sixth" sentai member in Kaze no Uchuu Goranger, one of the dozens of Sentai shows that hasn't yet made its way over here as Power Rangers (Fill-in-the-Blank). He wore silver spandex, had his own giant anthropomorphic robot, and kicked the collective asses of the other five Rangers on a regular basis until he was turned from the path of evil in Episode 13 ("Storm! A Cyclone's Fury Unleashed!"). He went on to destroy the series' main villain in the season finale, but only at the cost of his own life.

Look for him in Spring 2008 when Power Rangers: Solar Winds premieres on... JETIX!

What? I found it on Wikipedia. Really. :)

[electroweak.livejournal.com]

I found it on Wikipedia.

...during the ten minute window during which a middle schooler hadn't defaced the page to read "COCKS" in huge, red letters.

[gwangi.livejournal.com]

What do you have against huge red cocks?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Myself, but only if I've been a very, very good girl. :P

What?

I like roosters, damn it.

[electroweak.livejournal.com]

I like roosters, damn it.

...a little too much.

Oh, it starts out innocently enough. Trips to the farm when you're a kid to see where eggs come from. But it doesn't stop there, oh, no, brethren and sistren. Then it moves on to porneggraphy. And the true perversion that is the Chicken Dance. In the end you're a broken, pitiable creature spending your last bit of scratch in a dive bar called the Chanticleer Club.

Sad, really.

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

And don't get any of them started on which comes first...