Encore the Third
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back for more. Themes, madam? Nay, it is. I know not themes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back for more. Themes, madam? Nay, it is. I know not themes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger made the error once again of heading for the front leg, when taller and burlier guys grabbed the back legs.
In Which Gentle Readers feel fortunate not to have been in the car when Your Humble Blogger was singing along.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to express appreciation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a big kid and a little one, and a big explanation and a little one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger admits to a cultural gap.
In Which Your Humble Blogger downplays for rhetorical effect how much he really likes some of the other punk bands, but that would totally take away from my point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks advice just as nicely as if he were planning on following it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a good Stiff one as much as the next fellah.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seeks help, although probably not the help I should be seeking.