Thursday, March 27, 2008

Quickly, Igor ... the antidote.

Great Caesar's Ghost! After that bit of wretched Creed from my co-blogger PSA, you definitely need something to counteract the disease.

And, yes, I'll be taking PSA swimming with a brick for that. Bastard.


Gube said...

Queen - the cure for bad music.

¢rÄbG®äŠŠ said...

Do you have any Journey?

NO NO NO I'm kidding I'm kidding I'm kidding.

Lindsay Stewart said...

reo speedwagon? i'll do it. don't think i won't do it. and if i have to... i know where the billy squier is stored. what ever you do, don't make me pull the air supply trigger. even i have my limits.

Frank Frink said...

Christopher Cross? Ride Like the Wind, anyone?

Rev.Paperboy said...

Three words you bastards: Little. River. Band.

Don't make me go there!

CC said...

Don't make me use it! Oh, no! You forced me ... to use it!

¢rÄbG®äŠŠ said...


Frank Frink said...


Must. Scrub. Brain. Harder. Need. Bulk. Erase. Now.

I'm gonna git ya' for that, CC.

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