So McCloskey is both a gun-toting lunatic and a lying liar who lies his face off and just wanted people to think that he and Vanilla Ice were friends because he thought that would make him look hip and with it.
The most damning thing in the entire article is the claim that McCloskey thinks hanging with Vanilla Ice would make him look cool. Not saying he doesn't think that, but just... damn.
I have no idea why your husband would do that, but I salute him for being on Robyn's wavelength, and for the kind words for Mr. Ice. Because he is back, and on a mission.
Don't sell "random county fairs" short here. Some twenty years ago one of the larger townships booked what was (back then) touring as Jefferson Starship, which included originals Kantor, Cassidy and Balin. Having overpaid to see Airplane (twice) in 1969*, I was obligated to attend just because it was free. Even without Slick it was their best live performance I saw.
Also on the bill was a band ("Southern All Stars") consisting of back-up musicians who played with such groups as Alabama, Skinnard, etc., long enough to have rights to the songs. As much as I dislike Southern rock, these guys were wonderful.
*The first time was at Brandeis Univ., visiting an older sibling. The opening act was Iron Butterfly, and having to sit through what seemed a four hour version of their one and only (if utterly inexplicable) hit, I've never had a good thing to say about them.
He's actually dropped the "MC"
good thing he didn't drop the hammer, that would hurt!
Please Hammer, don't hurt 'em!
Oy!
It's really the parachute pants that rock.
Gin and juice is today's preferred adult drink.
DJ Screw and Screwdaddy. I remember their homemade cassettes. I think they were brothers. I heard some of it, but it was too weird even for me.
Jessica Rabbit is such a doll.
Helpless, helpless, helpless.
So McCloskey is both a gun-toting lunatic and a lying liar who lies his face off and just wanted people to think that he and Vanilla Ice were friends because he thought that would make him look hip and with it.
The most damning thing in the entire article is the claim that McCloskey thinks hanging with Vanilla Ice would make him look cool. Not saying he doesn't think that, but just... damn.
If you don't love yourself, how can anybody else?
Dear God that was awful
"Vanilla Ice...is working to support his family." Uuf. I was not expecting to feel empathy for Vanilla Ice today.
Oh if we're picking a bad movie for movie night, it should be a better bad movie. "The Apple" would be my choice in that case.
Lil Wayne still about that life! Which I'm guessing is responsible for the brain damage that propelled him into Trump's stubby little arms.
I have no idea why your husband would do that, but I salute him for being on Robyn's wavelength, and for the kind words for Mr. Ice. Because he is back, and on a mission.
Don't sell "random county fairs" short here. Some twenty years ago one of the larger townships booked what was (back then) touring as Jefferson Starship, which included originals Kantor, Cassidy and Balin. Having overpaid to see Airplane (twice) in 1969*, I was obligated to attend just because it was free. Even without Slick it was their best live performance I saw.
Also on the bill was a band ("Southern All Stars") consisting of back-up musicians who played with such groups as Alabama, Skinnard, etc., long enough to have rights to the songs. As much as I dislike Southern rock, these guys were wonderful.
*The first time was at Brandeis Univ., visiting an older sibling. The opening act was Iron Butterfly, and having to sit through what seemed a four hour version of their one and only (if utterly inexplicable) hit, I've never had a good thing to say about them.
Can't believe I didn't watch this back in the day. Thank you Robin!