A coworker is listening to Journey. I need ear disinfectant now. Maybe some Cross Canadian Ragweed, yeah, this'll do... "Last night I went down to the railroad tracks to watch that train roll by...99 cars screaming into the dark, I heard the lonesome whistle cry...With her name on my arm and the rain coming down, I kissed her for the very last time...I took her down to the railroad tracks, and her dead, red lips touched mine, time to rock and roll, time to hoochie-coo...yeah, shake that thaaaaang, baby, love me do..."
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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