You couldn’t make up the Winklevi; they are so much better than satire.
I enjoy a train wreck as much as the next surly old geezer, but I have not yet sampled the Aoelan cadences of Mars Junction.
Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
You couldn’t make up the Winklevi; they are so much better than satire.
I enjoy a train wreck as much as the next surly old geezer, but I have not yet sampled the Aoelan cadences of Mars Junction.
I think I could put almost any modern country song here, as they are nearly all appalling. The dopey two-step beats, the horrible twang, the cowboy hat affectation, the utter lack of curiosity or twist in the songwriting – i.e. it’s funny that you love your country when you haven’t explored it beyond your barn.
Enjoy!
For the most accurate description of this foul, embarrassing, overly emotive piece of 70’s “sensitive singer/songwriter” manure, I defer to Dave Barry:
…”Sometimes When We Touch,” sung by Dan Hill, who sounds like he’s having his prostate examined by Captain Hook.
No lips or assholes in sight.
Foreskin Ignorance is no laughing matter.
“STAY THERE, PLEASE” -Jeff Bezos’ ex-wife, who is all of us
When worlds collide: Kenneth, Triumph, meat purveyors.
Guitar player numbers his Les Paul’s like Pete. Singers have real talent. And they’re doing an Elvis song. Let me see, what else is interesting here…..