Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Very, Very White Tornadoes
If wanting to live in a world where aliens from another planet -- one where heating and ventilation contractors fashion all the spacesuits -- are welcome to come and cavort with women they're manifestly not in the least bit interested in -- including women who appear to have a sack of dead mice where the back of their upper arm is supposed to be -- all the while playing roller-rink music through some sort of transmogrifier that only gendarmes and german shepherds can hear is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
And to think we settled for the Beatles when The Tornadoes were available. Pshaw and harrumph!