2000-02-17

Butthole Nostalgic

The "soundtrack" for this evening's entry: The Butthole Surfers, Locust Abortion Technician. Any of you out there who thought I was really staid and academic, sorry.

(getting old and crusty) Why, I remember when you couldn't say "Butthole Surfers" on the radio. It went from "BH Surfers" to "B-Hole Surfers" and, why, now, you can just up and say: "BUTTHOLE! SURFERS!"

There is nothing worse than being an old fart ex-punker Goth. There is nothing more pathetic than catching yourself in the act of waxing nostalgic about how cool you thought you used to be in front of your 19-year-old intern. Poor Josh; were it in my power I'd give him a raise...

lisamcc at 21:57:25

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