So very insanely busy am I. So very bleary, too–last night being weekly po’ch ‘ho night with Ashley, Mara, and Joe, which basically means sitting on our semi-uncomfortable stoop for 4 – 6 hours drinking cheap beer, smoking twice as much as garden-variety nicotine fiends, and playing with the hounds. Keeping it real in the Marigny with full-on proletarian effeka…
So I guess it’s only right and natural that I should have a really plebian song running through my head this morning. And I do. Can you guess what it is?
Britney? No.
These guys? I wish.
Keep guessing. Are you guessing? If you guess correctly, you’ll win a prize! How’s about your choice of 1) Jonno’s relatively unused sleep mask, 2) Gaston’s old dog tag, or 3) an item chosen at random from my extensive collection of happy meal bibelots?
Got your guess written out? Pencils down, please. If you guessed track #2 on this album, you’re the luck winner! Congratulate yourself on your tragic taste in music, my friend.
Contest valid only in the 48 continental United States. Sorry Canada, Mexico–NAFTA don’t cover this shit, yo. I reserve the right to reject claims to any and/or all of these fabulous prizes from anyone anywhere. Yield to my whimsy, Mary!
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