A priceless moment, and no camera handy: the look on my son’s face while watching an old Queen concert video on VH1 yesterday. “Is that a guy?” “He sounds more like a man on the radio.” “Yuck.” His brother is always the crossdresser, but he wasn’t in the room at the time…
This is so wrong, but damn if this song isn’t freakin’ awesome: Your Momma says you dont And your daddy says you won’t And I’m burnin’ up inside Ain’t no way I’m gonna lose out this time Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Lock your daddy outdoors I don’t need him nosin’ around […]
* you’ve got to run like hell. Okay, warning: more navel gazing, (not naval gazing) ahead. Ahem. This is too long, so here’s a more button (that’s a more, eh?)