Al:
OK, everyone your prayers have been been answered —
Spandau Ballet is back together and touring.
Mike:
Ah, nothing quite like the
New Romanticism
movement in music. I've nevah really understood it, frankly.
Al:
Well, during the early 80s we were in a recession actually worse than the current one in many ways …
Mike:
And a recession makes people crave
seeing guys in peen revealing pants, girly blouses, and quiffs??
Mike:
If so, the future is bleaker than I thought.
Doug:
I think Al has already stahted on the peen revealing paht — I ran into him at Shaw's a few weekends ago and he was in a pair of sweats. Yowzah I'll probably nevah be able to eat sausage again.
Al:
Heh. Sometimes you've got to take the bull out of the corral and let him free range a bit.
Doug:
And if you scah a few kids for life, no biggie, huh?
Mike:
Speaking of kids with emotional scahs,
you see that Buchholz has a 0.43 ERA this Spring
but his confidence is still bottomed out?
Doug:
No kidding. Fixing the head is always hahdah than fixing the mechanics.
Mike:
Maybe what Clay needs is to go out and get a couple of
teeny-tiny pistols tattooed on each side of his rib cage? You know to represent "strength and power."
Doug:
How is that society always labels the jocks as dumb when the truly dumbest of the dumb asses are your singahs and pop stahs?
Al:
Imagine if Manny and and someone like Rihanna or Brit Brit hooked up and reproduced?
Mike:
"Hello, Mr. Darwin? Yeah, we need a new filtah the gene pool."
