My upstairs neighbors enjoy playing country music and classic rock at rather loud volumes—not constantly, mind you, and not wall-shakingly loud; it’s a moderate, perhaps twice-weekly indulgence. A few months ago, they spent a happy Sunday morning listening to “Sweet Home Alabama” on endless repeat. Today, they’re rockin’ to Queen’s greatest hits. Apparently my neighbors are the champions of the world, in spite of their being under some sort of pressure.
In unrelated news, I was planning to write a list of the alleged nominees for Best Pornographic Picture at the 2005 Academy Awards. I quickly realized, though, that I was unlikely to top my first entry, A Very Long Engorgement.
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you sure it’s not just KFOG?
I think 2005 will at least yield a crop of titles. For example, Million-dollar BJ and The Heffahumps.
Or Sideways.
Ah, but the best year was when “Free My Willy” swept.
I was thinking Sideways would work too…
how about “doin’ it Sidways” ? or “I heart fuckabees” or “finding Nether-land” or “Maria full of …” well I’ll stop there.