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Feb
Feb
Drifter, When Walking Down the Lonely Street of Dreams, Keep Them Eyes Peeled for Road Apples
Posted in Mixologist | No Comments »Hey ya’all! I feel kinda old school this Monday. Why, I have no idea—old eggs maybe?—but a fact’s a fact. And the soundtrack to my rather old-school day today seems to be, well, this:
Yes, complete with applause and a naked chap playing the drums and big ole awesome arm claps and cowboy hats and oiled-up pecs and bleach-blond highlights on men who look kinda like men and kinda like ladies. And, yes, even choral repetition. God, I love it.
