so i dont know that song but i totally hear that feeling about nostalia for sunday afternoons. i remember my parents making spaghetti which i didnt like but that was okay, i had like eggs or something (eh? eh?) and i would read a book on the couch all morning and my dad would get upset because he thought i was ignoring him but i couldnt hear him because, duh, i was reading. and its really nice memories, because thats when life kinda rocked. i mean, it still rocks, but in a much more serious, less reading books on the couch on sunday mornings, kinda way.
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also you rock flugie.
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