We interrupt our weekly divulgence into the ’80s to bring you a bit of the Beasties.
Now is the time on agent bedhead when we dance.
We interrupt our weekly divulgence into the ’80s to bring you a bit of the Beasties.
Now is the time on agent bedhead when we dance.
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Ohhhhhhhhhh I love them Beasties! This is exactly what I need to see after my return to civilization. I tried to make it into the world on Friday as you know, but my fever climbed again to 103. So I stayed and bed and cursed a lot.
Anyway, I hope I feel this good tomorrow and I can finally get some work done and oh yeah, blog too. Considering the fact that I’m eating guacamole, that means I’m living dangerously for someone who begged for death a few days ago, but I’m abstaining from the margaritas. Dammit.
The Beastie boys are cool – but they still cried like little bitches when they were arrested