Thursday, May 08, 2014

And their idiotic phone taps too!

I thought I could stomach the constant Z100 crap my partner listens to at work, but now I'm waking up with that insipid teenybopper drivel in my head. "Because alllllll of me loves alllllll of you, love your perfect imperfections... Don't go crying to your mama, cause you're on your own... Talk dirty to me (and no, not Poison...)" Someone please shoot me?

TTFN
-Tony

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