Ah! When you do, can I ask you then?
Um, sure? I don't know when I'll watch them. Yuletide is quite the distraction.
How about: 30 Hipsters I Hosed Down In The Alley?
Now we're getting into song title territory. How about: If I Were Sufjan Stevens' Evil Twin, I Would Still Have the Longest Song Titles in History, But They Would Include More Die Die Hipsters Die in That Alley in Uptown Chicago Where History Hasn't Been Made Since the Jazz Age And Thus Your Fedora Is Ironic, or, 'Oh Look, Turtles!'
Dylan learned to play the harmonica last night:
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Cute!
I have apple tarts in the oven. I hope they come out!
They'll come out, you just have to open the oven door and grab 'em.
Heh. They did come out of the oven, seem like they will come out of the pan, and also seem like the will come out delicious! Easy as pie.
Why does Scottish singer Paolo Nutini sing like an old black man?
What do you mean? I think I only know that New Shoes song -- that's him, right?
He also did "Jenny, Don't Be Hasty". Least Scottish name I've ever heard, I have to say.
The twice I've seen him sing they've been soulsy numbers, him hunched over and waggling an index finger for emphasis. Didn't see that coming.