Stop stealing my shit!
This means you.
I know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (or whatever they say) but I am not flattered. I’m kinda pissed. So stop stealing my essesnce. Write your own shit.
In other news, I’m going away this weekend so I’m leaving you with a project. I was remarking to a co-worker that none of America’s lyrics make any sense. She says it’s because I’m not high enough when I listen to them. I don’t get high at all. Maybe that’s my problem.
So, who can tell me what this song’s about? Whoever can give me a plausible explanation by Monday morning wins an official Deadpan coffee mug. Yes, my ass will be on it.
(Bonus bonus: whoever can tell me what “Horse With No Name” is about gets a turn with Orlando when I find him.)