According to Me, The Eagles Rock. Dammit.
You know I've always been a dreamer...
Put a cowboy hat on me, slap my butt, and send me on my way.
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3 comments:
You and your crazy fetishes....eh?
The Eagles -do- rock. {The band not the football team.}
The baseball season starts tonight! Yankees-Red Sox. All is right with the world! Even the Eagles are tolerable (if I hear another convoluted explanation of 'HOTEL CALIFORNIA', I'm going to empty 6 .45 caliber slugs into my head!)
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses. You've been out riding fences, for so long now. Oh, your a hard one, yeah, well, you've got your reasons. These things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.
Another Opeing Day Inning Goethe Bi
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