Okay...so I'm just going to post up funny things I heard or read here. I just wrote down stuff I thought was funny or intresting. Um...bye.
"Wooahhh!"
"Wa-HEYYYY!"
"Arrrgggghh! Look Oouutttt!"
Oh dear. Maybe the trampolines were a mistake. Taylor's just gone flying across the room, Zac's capering about alarmingly on the top of a ladder, and Ike's nursinga large lump on his head.
"Zac hit me with a stick," he says.
"Hey, man!" shouts Zac from the top of his ladder. "It wasn't on purpose!"
Taylor- We've not had our tonsils out or anything. We've only been in a hospital to see people and have check-ups. I did break my arm when I was twelve though. I was going down hill on my bike when I slammed on my brakes, flipped over and landed on my arm.
I don't know where this came from.
"Well, if I'm a girl then I'm the ugliest girl I've ever seen."-Zac Hanson.
Some other things that go together but I don't know where they come from.
Here's something to beware of if you ever spend Christmas with the Hansons...Taylor stoking the fire.
Taylor: One time I was messing with the fire and I was trying to make the flames bigger so I hit this log and this huge coal thing flew out onto the carpet! I was trying to get it off but it burnt a huge hole!
Zac: It's okay though, we have a chair over it now. We couldn't hide it from our parents, they walked in just as we were trying to get it off the rug!
Isaac: Actually we're all pyromaniacs! (*Authors Note- That would be kind of cool.)
Lending them your barbie:
Taylor: Last year, we decided to dress a Barbie doll up as an angel and stuck her on top of the tree. It looked a bit painful for her,ha,ha!
Isaac: Hey, it wasn't our Barbie you know! It was Avery's!
Zac: We're like 'Hey Avery, Merry Christmas - go try and get your Barbie.'
Isaac: The girls have loads of Barbies so they didn't mind us borrowing one. It looked really cool, almost quite creative.
A few things from the yahoo chat transcript that I found the least bit ammusing.
__Kayta__asks: Hi Guys, thanks for coming. If you could live in any other time period what would it be??
Ike: Ooh wow...Well I don't know...
Sophie1998_98 asks: What's the funniest thing a fan has ever done, said, or worn, at one of your concerts?
Taylor: We get some incredible things, everything from scrolls that are miles long, that just say "iloveyouiloveyou" on it, which aren't fun to read, because it's the same thing...to banners that are 8x10 feet that say Hanson on it, and pinatas.
Something the group Cleopatra said about them. I found this ammusing.
ALL: We love Hanson!
YONAH: I really really LOVE Taylor. He's definitly my fav.
CLEO: NO WAY YONAH I LOVE TAYLOR HES MINE! But yeah...we really do love Hanson alot! We have a major crush on them...it'd be awesome to meet them!
Something Walker said in a thing in the Tulsa World mag - "Zac, let 'er rip!" I'm sorry but I couldn't resist it. It's too...weird.
"Zac was fighting her!" Ike says. "He was like 'NO! NO!' and if Jenny McCarthy tackled me I'd be like 'Lay it on me!'" - Also from Tulsa World. I'll have to type that up sometimes. I did on another format and it was thirteen pages! Eek!
Some physic also predicted that Hanson would be around for SEVEN more years! Big anyway. Then they'd split up when they were around nineteen to get married. Lets see...the one who would be nineteen would be...Zac. (So we'll see if Zac gets married in seven years or not!)
The following are all from the same mag, I just don't know which one. I *oops* forgot. These are just like bits and pieces of the thing.
"We're going to get wasted after the show," Zac Hanson blurts, snickering like an 11-year-old waiting for his sister to
discover the garter snake he's just hidden under her pillow.
"We're going to get really drunk...," chimes 14-year-old Taylor Hanson. "On Dr. Pepper."
Suddenly, the littlest Hanson, Mackie, a towheaded three-year-old who is bound to become the Andy Gibb of the
family, breaks from the Hanson entourage, runs up to Elle MacPherson, and wraps himself around her impossibly
long legs. "You're pretty," he says. MacPherson, looking something like a 10-story construction crane folding in on
itself to pick up a load of rebar, bends down and kisses him.
"Yuck," Mackie says accusingly. "You got lipstick on my ear."
Isaac looks out at his lucky brother and sighs. "We used to joke around about the girl thing," he says, redirecting his
gaze to the young hotties who have drifted toward his table. "We were writing songs about girls long before we even
cared."
"I was six," Zac says. "What was I going to do with a girl?"
"They've been coming in here since they were little kids," says Mark Brown, an editor at the Tulsa World newspaper.
"They all had blond locks that were exactly the same length. They sang to a backing tape. They were just too precious."
Any special memories?
"Five years ago, when the six-year-old was acting up during a photo shoot, his mother whacked him and said, 'Zac!
You smile!' You'd better believe he smiled."
Hanson do have their musical charms, and the next afternoon, in front of an audience of young plutocrats and
shimmying mommy people at a pediatric AIDS benefit high in Bel Air, they display most of them.
Zac plays competent garage-band drums, pushing the beat with the charming insouciance of a Meet the Beatles-era
Ringo; Isaac is a fair if uninspired guitar player, and a decent singer when he takes a verse or two.
But Taylor Hanson is extraordinary -- able, for instance, to play tambourine completely without irony, an art that most
people thought the Partridge Family had killed off for good. And he can growl through a chorus -- admittedly, in a way
more reminiscent of Leon Russell than of Otis Redding -- without rolling his eyes. On "Where's the Love," his high,
soulful voice inflects the lyrics with the authority of a gospel singer and the wiggle of a young Stevie Wonder.
In that one up above I mostly just like the last paragraph about Taylor - the groaning and the wiggling.
The next morning, Hanson do Melrose -- or at least a short visit to a couple of stores on the street with Cindy
Crawford for a segment of MTV's House of Style.
"I wanna go to a body-piercing place," Zac whines to Crawford, who is clearly intrigued by the possibility of
interviewing America's most wholesome teens among the ampallangs and scarification displays at the nearby body
modification parlor. Mrs. Hanson, a few yards in front, manages a tight smile.
"Body piercing?" Zac says in a suddenly smaller voice. "Please?"
His mother shoots him a look that anybody with a mother would recognize. Zac gazes longingly at the shop, but the
Hansons drift straight past it, and the three of them head for their bus. Eleven-year-old Zac will have to do without a
septum ring today.
I uh..kinda had some more stuff that I lost but that will be up soon *I hope*
Stay tuned for more!
Taylor: I love midievil times, but that would be such a scary time...
Ike: The fact that you could be maimed just walking down the street at any time...
Taylor: It would kinda suck to die from a common cold.
Ike: And letters from people saying very cool things, touched by the music... (This just goes to show how much they would love to get this book I'm making for them. You can get more info on it here.)