The word on the street is that the eighties are back. At least that's what Guy Spangler told me on his "music program" last night around 3 AM. His "program" ended with an offer to sell me several CD's filled with classic eighties hits. It was tempting, but then I remembered that I wouldn't have to worry about buying another CD in my life if it hadn't been for those nasty record execs that shutdown Napster. Obviously I got angry and turned off the TV and swore off the eighties and their hair bands.
I decided that having money is not nearly as fun as having stuff, so I've decided to spend every last cent I have on some sort of souvenir, novelty, or party trick. Or fake dog poop.
This isn't the Howard Johnson.
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I enjoy the 80's. What I do not enjoy is the current 80's comeback. You can't repeat an era after it's over! A repeated era is just a messy, vomited version of the real thing.
You can, however, watch and enjoy I Love the 80's.
The eighties is a grit
I always thought a grit was a singular element to "grits" but you confuse me by frequently referring to others things/people/eras as a "grit." Is this Brit trash slang?
The Reimbursor is a Brit, not a grit .
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