IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII defer to the panel of qualified individuals... Far be it from me to judge any musician other than myself, and I unproudly and gloriously magnanamousouly suck. Generations behind on what's hip. I guess that's great stuff. I don't think the radio in my truck works. It might, but I haven't tried it out in years.
I had to look syncopated up, and I still don't get it.
OK, I'll die now, and nobody will miss me. I'm so far behind, you could build a house on top of me and the floor would be level. Behind. Ass sucking decades behind. Go look up "Just Don't Get It" in the dictionary, and you'll see peewee's photo.
No, I don't get it. So I'll crawl away...if any of that is music...no, I'm too far behind, obviously. Out of date. Expired.
"And Peewee, your not out of date. You're just a classic! "
I sure do appreciate the kind words. I think I can apply that to all situations from here on out. But what does that actually do for my selling value? Yep, I'm classic, totally unrestored. A handyman's special. Needs some work, a great project in the making. No way to fix it, but we'll up the price because it's a classic.
And I have to go with Joe on the chick in the flick being scary. Yeah. The eye paint....what the......yeah, scary. I hope she meant to be scary, because she sure is. Was there music to go with that? That's all I saw. Couldn't hear a thing.
Classic. I'll take that. That's a whole lot better than worn out and behind on everything. Yeah, that's okay. Classic.
Didn't notice the eye paint, was looking at her ahh breasts yeah breasts. Wasn't scared anymore after turning the volume off. Thought the dude was going to whack her with the drumstick at the end though.
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