[Bad Company is as horrid as it gets, but there is certain…satisfaction (?)
to be derived from singing the line of the title to the tune of their odious
unthem (new word); it would culminate with, “Feel Like Listin’ Things to Do.”]
There will be a proper post today; it’s on my list.
(Your
kiss, however, isn’t. I’m spoken for, which is a miracle.)
Thank you for your understanding.
