That was my first thought this morning.
My second thought was, why the fuck am I singing New Kids On The Block? I only have myself to blame.
Hound dogs should be outlawed. They're a nuisance to my sleep.
I'm going roller skating today. Field trip for adults. Thank you Air Force!
Am I the only one who always thinks of Penn State when I read/hear the words child rape? There's your legacy
Every Thursday in September they put on a free concert here in town. Cover bands and whatnot. Last night there was a band TGB and I both agree were far and away the best of the bunch. They're called The Crickets (no, not the ones with Buddy Holly) and if you like Neil Young lyrics sung by someone with not a shitty voice you'll enjoy the link.
If you have a local band or artist you like and want me to share with the world throw a link in the comments.
Okay, I have to go wash my balls. Anymore that means bending down almost to my knees to reach them. Yay getting old!
PS Emily Stuckey was one third of the band last night. This is one of her originals. When they played it I got a lump in my throat. Not because I love Alabama, euw, gross. I got a lump in my throat because this song reminds me of the way I love California. And then I thought about living in Ohio and how sad it was to me that everyone I met hated their home state (that was pre-TGB who LOVES her home state as she should). And then I thought about a friend of mine from Canadiastan who moved to Alabama and fell in love with the state of Alabama. Everyone is looking for that illusive place to call home and I think that's what this song was about for me. It's quite beautiful. Okay, bye!