We Sat In Trees Lounge
I must have ordered one too many rounds, because I fell off the stool and ended up here. It’s time for rehab. It’s time to get fit. Aurally fit. Can you hear me? What? I need to see you DRINK that beer, not just look at it. Arnold wants to see you flex those record digging arms of yours. You need to dance, player hater. You need to shout it out. Move those feet to a semi-regular beat. Can the president recognize that we’ve got the skills to pay the bills?