Every once in awhile I have a quasi-embarrassing earworm. I found myself singing this ode to groupies, fellatio, Steve McQueen and feminine hygiene under my breath at the grocery store. I wish I could say that I was squeezing tomatoes but I did buy some pork shoulder steaks:
One of the first blog-based books, the anthology Special Plans examines Feith's role in misleading America into war. Buy from 
High on the hog...
Posted by: MichaelF | January 29, 2013 at 20:00
Damn, the guitars sound great in that clip, I love Keef and Woody's interplay. Mmmm....black Les Paul's......mmmmmmm.
Posted by: Henry Holland | January 29, 2013 at 23:53