I woke up this morning with "Old Fashioned Love Song" stuck in my head. I'm hoping to slip on the ice, brain myself, and hopefully the resulting concussion will take care of this for me.
I like broken bottle fights, fights with your mom, fights-at-other-people's-parties, fights-composed-entirely-of-paper, fights-that-end-up-with-ripped-woolen-skirts, fights-that-just-don't-understand-you, fights-that-think-they-know-it-all, fights-with-one-hand-tied-to-the-other-persons head, gay-boys-on-coke fights, hippotamus vs. elephant fights, irish-men-arguing-with-polish-women fights, japanese school children fights, LARGE AQUATIC DINOSAUR FIGHTS, playground fights, puppies vs. rooster fights, stand up comedian fights, washed-up-new-wave-band fights, and cigarettes.
If you ever want to not fight with me, put on Abba.
2 comments:
What?! I absolutely LOVE that song. If I could turn that song into a haircut, that is the haircut I wish I had. Seriously.
I think you underestimate the insidious chorus. In fact, I know you do.
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