I have this inexplicable obsession with David Lee Roth. My current ringtone is the dude belting out Running With the Devil with no backing music. I hate that song. And yet... I think it's those kicks of his. No, not his shoes. His literal kicks. I can't think of a better…
No. I'm not announcing anything exciting. That post title is a trick. Except it's not. It's literal. I know people opine about the beauty of the Internet as this great equalizer and uniter and unending supplier of porn and kittens - sometimes at the same time - but I personally…
Well. I'm glad I did it, but holy crap that was miserable...and I've got the cold to prove it. First and foremost, gold stars and David Lee Roth kicks for my team. I can't decide if my respect for them has increased because they made it out in such shitty…
