Hypertension
Grrrrr. Have I mentioned yet how much I hate Green Grass & High Tides? It's playing on the radio right now and driving me batty. On and on and on and on and faster and Faster and FASTAR@!#%! Yug. Freebird and Meatloaf songs are like that. Ptooey ptooey. I mean, sure, if I was out in a dirt barnyard, dancing with my pot-bellied-pig and a jug of firewater in the crook of my arm, I guess I'd get all worked up by the 10 minute long continuously accellerating conclusion to that song, just spinning and spinning and hopping around until I cracked my skull open Jethro's lumpy noggin. And then once the song finally does that falling-apart thing at the end, and mercifully shuts down, then the radio announcer always comes on totally hyped up and excited "THAT WAS GREEN GRASS AND HIGH TIDES FOR YA! GETTIN YOUR BLOOD PUMPIN THIS AFTERNOON etc etc...." Get OVER it you goofball. My blood's pumpin alright, just about enough to drive my car up the mountain and crash it into your radio antenna.
Sheesh. Is this the best I could do after 3 weeks? Shoddy shoddy work.
Jeremy
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