THIS POST IS RATED
your dear old pal and partner
in grime, Raymond Reddington.
positively delightful experience.
here a third time...
part of two years posting an extra-ORDINARY
amount of dance-pop. Far be it from me to tell
you how to run your blog, Shady, but, come
now... don't you think enough is enough?
Groups called Booty Luv, Sugababes and
Pussycat Dolls? Really, Shady? And a song
called "My Boobs Are OK"... Seriously?
The natives are getting restless, if you
catch my drift. Let me remind you that
I have high friends in low places and
that actions have consequences. If you
continue down this path, forcing lame
disco upon us, then let's just say it will
be...counterproductive...and there will be
repercussions beyond your wildest dreams.
(shudders) Ooooh... I get goose bumps
just thinking about it. Alrighty then, I'm
sure I've made my point. I won't take any
more of your valuable time. By all means
feel free to go ahead and present whatever
type of music floats your boat. Don't let
anything I said influence you or weigh
heavily on your mind. You have
yourself a nice day then.
Th.. th... thank you,
Mr. Reddington, sir. I was just wondering. Do you remember that other Raymond? Raymond J. Johnson, Jr.? Remember
his shtick on The Gong Show and in commercials for Natural Light beer?
O------kay then, moving on...
FROM THE 2013
REMIND YOU OF
ANNETTE & FRANKIE!
I remind you that we had a gentleman's
agreement that you would stick to more
popular and acceptable styles of music
along the lines of classic rock, the Beatles
and an occasional Sinatra favorite? Dropping
these bombs was a clever, bold and defiant
move on your part, albeit not a very smart
one. Oh well... no hard feelings. Water
under the bridge, as they say.
Let bygones be bygones.
I have an idea. Why don't we put this
unpleasantness behind us? I insist that
you let me buy you dinner. There's a
quaint little place called Killian's on the
outskirts of town. They serve a positively
scrumptious Lamb Wellington smothered in
horseradish. It's to die for. I'm also thinking
some fava beans and a nice chianti might
hit the spot. The kitchen never closes
so be there at midnight. You really
must come, Shady.