Jazz Flute is simply the worst. There, I said it, and I feel better for it.
11:30am: Eat Arby’s Meat Mountain for work stunt.
8:00pm: Introduce American Idol winner David Cook at a concert.
I told Brandie how I heard Prince’s “7” for the first time in forever this morning, and she informed me that my daughter has absolutely no knowledge of the work of The Artist.
How, in fact, do I impart knowledge of the Sexy Motherfucker without using the term “Sexy Motherfucker” in front of a 10 year old?