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Mystery solved.

I looked it up, and the correct way to spell the phrase that follows “I am the walrus” is…

I pulled up to a stoplight today, and was surprised (as anyone would be) to find my bowels loosening. On further inspection, I found that my teeth were chattering as well, and my brainwaves were being forced into a subtle rhythm that made me slightly nauseated.

Heeeeey-Ya.

It was the Escalade (surprise!) stopped next to me at the stoplight. At first I assumed that there was something horribly awry in the engine compartment, but then I realized that the driver seemed to be actually enjoying the testicle-shrivelling rhythm.

Bradley can’t answer, but maybe somebody else can: Exactly what are the qualifications necessary to represent the LBC? And don’t they take your qualifications away if they find out that your woman spreads her lovin’ all over and you don’t do anything about it?

I’m hearing your song
On the line
Keep getting it on 101.9
I turn the dial
My surprise
That crap is also blaring out of 98.5.

Am I the only one that remembers the early ’90s band PC Quest? It was two guys, one girl, and… I’m not sure about the little one. They produced that song “After the Summer’s Gone” in which a 12-year-old kid sings about the soul-shattering tragedy of star-crossed love: