OK, who can guess: which serio-comic song makes me laugh with jittery glee?
Exhibit One:Exhibit Two: Exhibit Three: Exhibit Four: Let me immediately confess I threw in a ringer. The Fogelberg (any Fogelberg really) fills me with a tight and smoldering rage. Like, if I ever found myself in that situation, I wouldn’t drink beer in the car with that loser. And I’d also probably hate myself for dating the guy in the first place. P.S. I hate the word “lover” times about a thousand.
Also, theories as to why Sandy and her puppy dog mysteriously died on that same exact night they showed up, or how a man might sexually satisfy his partner even if he’s paralyzed from the waist down, are welcomed.