Country music and Polish clubbing
So, I'm not usually a country music listener. But since I am living in someone else's flat right now, I have little choice in that decision. We're tuned in to an internet country radio station right now and first I hear a Reba song that flashes me back to sitting in my friend's room in eigth grade. Then I get to hear this jewel of country music:
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!
That's what I love about Sunday
Heh. 35 cents off a ground round. So good. That's what I love about Sundays too. Ain't getting that deal on a Monday, no sir.
Tonight I am going clubbing with some girls from the youth group and Julie. Hahahaha. Ahhh.
In other news, there are street gangs here that use axes because guns are illegal. Not that I want to be attacked with any kind of weapon, but I'd rather be shot than axed to death, methinks. You know, if I got to choose my form of mutilation.
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!
That's what I love about Sunday
Heh. 35 cents off a ground round. So good. That's what I love about Sundays too. Ain't getting that deal on a Monday, no sir.
Tonight I am going clubbing with some girls from the youth group and Julie. Hahahaha. Ahhh.
In other news, there are street gangs here that use axes because guns are illegal. Not that I want to be attacked with any kind of weapon, but I'd rather be shot than axed to death, methinks. You know, if I got to choose my form of mutilation.