Late but I don’t care.
You even get Huey Lewis and The News.
a classic…
Everyone’s alerting me to the Muser spot running on Channel 8. I would say this is great acting, but there was no acting. It was a totally candid moment. Captured surreptitiously.
Our guest in Gordo’s corner, John Waite, played one of the great pillow punching songs of the ’80′s. (That’s when you’re so overcome with emotion you punch your pillow.)
Here’re the original video to the song. It was released in June of 1984.
What the hell was with the girl who kept lifting her legs into the air behind home plate? Was it an odd reaction to sports nervousness? Was she pregnant and attempting to force Ranger baby out? Or maybe she was going to the air bathroom as George surmised. Who cares. All I know is that it was odd, therefore belongs here.
This morning we revisited the WORST band of all time. The Shaggs. According to their Wikipedia page, the all-sister band’s significance was foretold in prophesy. And Rolling Stone magazine once accurately assessed that the band sounded like “lobotomized Trapp Family singers.”
And the song that is GUARANTEED to send you into day-long hypnosis… My Pal Foot Foot.
I’m tired of people criticizing the guy for not being “into” playing for the Mavericks. So I resolved myself to prove those wrong with visual evidence. Enjoy this slideshow of a “The Face of Determination.” Just in time for Lamar’s deactivation.
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Anyway, last night I stayed up late watching videos of Byron Ferguson, a guy that can hit an aspirin thrown in the air. Watch this.
I love this so much I twiterred it yesterday. Craig James attacks the elephant in the room with a U.S.-made crossbow. He stands up for family, America, and biscuits. He’s a conservative. And he gets it.
Take this, Leach.