From out of nowhere, this song crawled into my brain as I rode the elevator to work this morning. It won’t go away. Apparently, my subconscious has had a long week.
This guy needs to be fat when he’s drunk to counterbalance his back-lean. Maybe one of those sympathetic strap-on pregnancy bellies would do the trick.
Arrested Drunk Guy Sings Bohemian Rhapsody.
Never give Jonathan Coulton the “sing Bohemian Rhapsody” sobriety test.
Margaritas complete me.
Specifically, the third one.
Holy shit, it’s good.
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