Dear guys:
It's not going to get any funnier or better. Case in point, I've spent the past two days trying to think of other 70's artists whose name's sound like a food item. That's the bar I've been shooting for, and I'm not even hitting it.
Maybe I'll try again next week.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Law of Progress
Friday, June 6, 2008
Cowboy Law
I had no idea it'd been two weeks. Maybe five days, but not two weeks. And now I feel silly because I didn't really come here to make a real post--kind of walked through the dinner party on my way to the metaphorical fridge. I'm in my robe, not even wearing pants, and all I wanted was a coke.
Anyway, this is what I came for:
Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything (I'll Ever Do Again).
It's not funny. It's not that interesting. It doesn't have anything to do with law, other than copyright violation. I just can't get it out of my head.
So next time I see you, or write you, or text you, no matter what I have to say, I'm really singing this in my head.
Anyway, this is what I came for:
Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything (I'll Ever Do Again).
It's not funny. It's not that interesting. It doesn't have anything to do with law, other than copyright violation. I just can't get it out of my head.
So next time I see you, or write you, or text you, no matter what I have to say, I'm really singing this in my head.
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