Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Sweet Dreams Aren't Made of Scrote


The comes a time when every early 30s semi employed post-dot-com Austin Texas slacker needs to get a neck tattoo, cactus up the hair, and flip off a camera. For David Arquette ‘Bag, that time is now.

Blondie has a certain dour Annie Lennox quality. I’d like to stop the rain again. In fact, between her and Whippy McHair here, it’s like an HCwD version of the Eurythmics. Which sucks, because I always liked the Eurythmics. But what I don’t like are cactus heads running from impending middle age.

Suck it up and deal with it, slacker ‘bag. You ain’t 21 no more.

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