Because it was about then that I decided I didn't hate my childhood so much, after all.
I don't claim it has redeeming value, except maybe to me.
UPDATE: Ooh! This is better:
That it's the three-minute-and-change version is criminal, but it's what's available, so I'll take it.
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How about now?
No? Man, you're tough nut to crack. OK then, let's party.
That soul train clip is fresh. How come you don't back me up when I'm ranting about Cameo?
My hair never, ever, even once looked as good as Andy's. Sigh.
How come you don't back me up when I'm ranting about Cameo?
I defend you vociferously!
In my heart, where a bunch of internet Decembrist fans can't flay me with their wounding, wounding wordz.
Nice picks, norbizness.
My hair never, ever, even once looked as good as Andy's.
Mine doesn't look as good but it's sadly approximately the same style right now. It went from Martha Quinn to Florence Henderson to David Cassidy and now it's headed Andy-ward. You wanna shoot me the name and location of your hairdresser, Genni?
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