All I can say is:
I hate cheesy love songs like a fat kid hates to jog.
Sappiness kills my mood. And my appetite.
Genuine love songs, them's okay. Imma have to say I'm a fan.
Thank heaven I can't play the saxophone. I would scare off the menfolk with greater frequency. Now the trumpet, that's a different story.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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