Governor-for-now Charlie Crist has basically just been sitting around wondering what he can still do with his Executive Power in Florida, now that his career in politics is probably over forever because he's not CRAZY enough to be a Republican, especially in Florida. (Jeb Bush wouldn't last 10 minutes in today's Florida, either.) So anyway, Charlie was just hanging out in his bachelor pad, sipping daiquiris and screwing around on the Internet with his iPod on shuffle, and all the sudden The Doors came on, some weird song or another.
That's a good one, although I slightly prefer "Soul Kitchen" and "L.A. Woman" if only b/c they're longer. As a teenager with a room next to my Jim-Morrison-loving brother, I was once drifting off to sleep, vaguely aware of the recording of Jim Morrison's poetry playing the next room. I was startled out of sleep when I heard the rumbling voice say "...her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand".
When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes, and make them sleep, and cry.
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That's a good one, although I slightly prefer "Soul Kitchen" and "L.A. Woman" if only b/c they're longer. As a teenager with a room next to my Jim-Morrison-loving brother, I was once drifting off to sleep, vaguely aware of the recording of Jim Morrison's poetry playing the next room. I was startled out of sleep when I heard the rumbling voice say "...her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand".
No comment except that "Touch Me" is probably my favorite Doors song, oddly enough.
Mmm, Bush and Bushmills, is there anything finer?
Jesus Christ we are all alcoholics, every person here noted the Bushmills first, how did this come to pass?
At first glance I thought that was Charles Manson. Now there's a brain that squirms like toad.