An Open Letter to Fall Out Boy Regarding All the Incorrect Lyrics I’ve Been Singing for the Last Decade and a Half
Now, I’ll admit. I knew the words that I was singing were not in fact “words.” They were more like syllables strung together.
Now, I’ll admit. I knew the words that I was singing were not in fact “words.” They were more like syllables strung together.
I will eat at a restaurant alone, as long as I can tell a friend to show up ten minutes after I’m seated and join me.
You'll mistakenly think the reeds are developing some exotic flavor. Nope --It's mold. Another thing you neglected, like your "check engine" light.
You Remind Me of Jessie’s Girl! Please, Do Tell Me, Do You Have a Name? – While just a tad bit rude, this is also respectful enough to answer!
It had been about three weeks of increasingly nasty slip-ups but perhaps now the jig was finally up.
Good for your health either way. (This statement has not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration or Pitchfork Media.)
Icicle Lights: You're here for the theater. The holiday season is about drama. You are not obligated to follow any HOA rules.
When I hear this song, I remember how Krakenfuss kept her grocery store open on Christmas Eve. She was the richest person in town and the meanest.
The theme of the event is “Don’t Stop Believin’” and the entire three-hour ordeal will include many references to the 1981 Journey song.
"Rest In Peace Ye Merry Gentlemen" – They were merry at the rally. They were merry at Joe's Crab Shack. Now they're dead.
You pity-listened to your friend's new pandemic comedy podcast once so you'd have an answer next time he asked if you "Tuned in with Tim."
I wasn’t snooping, just monitoring your every action as per our agreement—and I noticed some trends that concerned me.