Friday, April 24, 2009

A Song I Saved For Hall & Oates

Word. I saved this song back in the day. John was hell bent on the lyric "He's a really funky mother" at which, after doing a line off a hooker's bottom, I laughed wildly and further derided by puking in John's coffee mug. JO...why do you break my heart man?? Looking at the lady to my left who I was hoping was a lap dancer, I blurted "you're a patent leather lover". Hits bitches, I write hits.
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