B.J. Thomas:
The album, Precious Memories
For some reason this picture makes me laugh, uncontrollably.
I imagine this really androgynous looking dude with a pseudo jerry-curl saying to me with a lisp as he places his hand on my knee:
These are the precious memories.
I hate it when it's hot outside, and after ten minutes on the bus, I'm dying. It's some crazy chemical equation:
Base heat + 20-25 hot ass bodies= Frankie Dying.