When I used to live on a Pacific island, Barry Gibb used to be my window cleaner and always scared the life out of me.
That Bee Gee with the squeegee really gave me the heebie jeebies in Fiji.
My drink is moaning
It sounds like a ghost and it’s giving me the heebie jeebies. I take it back to the cashier and tell them it sounds like the large Coke I ordered is possessed. The cashier looks me, apologetic, and says, “Large? I’m so sorry, I thought you asked for a medium.”
Barry Gibb has revealed that he was nearly molested as a child…
…but the would-be abuser gave him the HeebieBeeGees…
I was once paid to scare the Gibbs brothers' horses...
so I gave the Bee Gees GGs the heebie jeebies
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