2. After the morose melancholython that is Bruce Springsteen’s album Nebraska, it is a pleasant shock to rock to Sherry Darling. You’ve got to love lyrics like this:
Your Mamma's yappin' in the back seat
Tell her to push over and move them
big feet
Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment
agency
Well this morning I ain't fighting tell her I give up
Tell her
she wins if she'll just shut up
But it's the last time that she's gonna be
ridin' with me
You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the black
top
She keeps talkin' she'll be walkin' that last block
She can take a
subway back to the ghetto tonight
3. It is imperative that I stop sucking and start kicking ass. Delay is unforgivable. April is almost over.
4. Someone stole my DVD player on Friday. The house was in such a mess that I didn’t notice for a full hour.
5. I heard the most outrageous story over the weekend. It involved a woman, a very very short skirt and a line of suitors, none of whom would be turned away. The narrators were not as shocked as I was. They see this sort of thing quite often, I guess.
There are a whole world out there I know nothing about.
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