You had me with the oysters, steak, and wine ... but the Hootie brought it home.
Loud music has its place but maybe not with steak and Cab-Merle. Maybe some sleek jazz would have been better. Still ...the Dolphins make me cry. I hope they at least had a dance floor. If you can't beat them ...
One must listen to Hootie mustn't one? But oysters, steak, wine and Hootie? Well now, there's something quite special!
Pryde, trust me, no one wants to see me dance...I mean no one. Imagine a deranged spider monkey with a bad back, splitting headache, one club foot, whacked out on crack and being electrocuted...it's that bad.
Yeah, I know people who would pay to see it...but I think I'd throw a hip out...so they'd have to pay a lot to cover my medical expenses.
