Hi, I'm just writing So that when I log in to the blog I won't have to see Michael Bolton's Face Anymore . . . . . I'm trying to use as much screen as possible.
Man, I'm glad someone did this. I was getting tired of staring at his mug. You should've used 40 point type, something Pearl Harbor Attacked! sized. That would've pushed him even farther down.
EMD, you didn't really have to go that far. If you could eliminate all his recorded music from the world, now that would be an accomplishment. Who would you erase from the world of music first, Michael Bolton or, say, Kenny G? I'll give it some thought. Any other nominees?
Nah, I don't think so. I have another nominee, though. How about Yanni? Or is that too easy a target? How about The Eagles? I could do without any more Eagles for the rest of my life.
Oooh, yeah, Jimmy Buffet, good one. Although, to be honest, I'd let him hang around if his fans had to go away. That's a fair trade. How's about Bryan Adams? He could be the majorette in the Canadian Rocker Parade Out of Knott's Life. No Chiliwac, No Night Ranger (they're Canadians, right?) I'm afraid Rush gets to stay, though. Sorry, it's a blast from my past. We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx. That's a little embarrassing.
So, um, you're saying there's something wrong with that? Neil Peart is one of the great playwrights of the 16th and early 17th centuries. Plus, he rocks. I mean, totally rocks. Lakeside Park, willows in the breeze, Lakeside Park, so many memories...
How many other rock bands sing about your daughter?
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DD,
Man, I'm glad someone did this. I was getting tired of staring at his mug. You should've used 40 point type, something Pearl Harbor Attacked! sized. That would've pushed him even farther down.
He's all gone, now. It's all better.
EMD, you didn't really have to go that far. If you could eliminate all his recorded music from the world, now that would be an accomplishment. Who would you erase from the world of music first, Michael Bolton or, say, Kenny G? I'll give it some thought. Any other nominees?
Achy Breaky Guy, because he has that fabulous acting career now, anyway. Do I need to name someone who has a song I actually know?
Nah, I don't think so. I have another nominee, though. How about Yanni? Or is that too easy a target? How about The Eagles? I could do without any more Eagles for the rest of my life.
Melissa Manchester
Oooh, yeah, Jimmy Buffet, good one. Although, to be honest, I'd let him hang around if his fans had to go away. That's a fair trade. How's about Bryan Adams? He could be the majorette in the Canadian Rocker Parade Out of Knott's Life. No Chiliwac, No Night Ranger (they're Canadians, right?) I'm afraid Rush gets to stay, though. Sorry, it's a blast from my past. We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx. That's a little embarrassing.
So, um, you're saying there's something wrong with that? Neil Peart is one of the great playwrights of the 16th and early 17th centuries. Plus, he rocks. I mean, totally rocks. Lakeside Park, willows in the breeze, Lakeside Park, so many memories...
How many other rock bands sing about your daughter?
Just what in the hell is a Red Barchetta?
A sandwich at Cosi?
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