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Before Rohypnol, Jethro Tull T‑shirts were, alas, the only way a lot of guys could get laid.
I love the smell of The Surfaris first thing in the morning!
John Denver didn’t die, kid. He just went home.
This post is about a song by The Righteous Brothers. I don’t know if they really were righteous, but I do know they weren’t brothers.