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One More Thing, I Got the Pink Slip, Daddy
Haven't been to the gym in years, since I popped my knee. Hence, haven't listened to asskick exercise playlist (salsa for the bike, everything from the Glasgow Police Pipers Band to the Ra-Ronettes for everything else) for years. Did it to do the Aged Parent's taxes and actually danced around the living room.
I have no breath. Working on it.
It is the only way to do taxes. Who knew?
Gosh. Whatever happened to tight pants? These may be the coolest (non-Guido, non-Southern Gothic) white boys ever (Jerry Lee and Elvis kind of occupying their own zone of pre- and post-racial skank).
I have no breath. Working on it.
It is the only way to do taxes. Who knew?
Gosh. Whatever happened to tight pants? These may be the coolest (non-Guido, non-Southern Gothic) white boys ever (Jerry Lee and Elvis kind of occupying their own zone of pre- and post-racial skank).