bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Sunday, April 27, 2008
I said I wasn't gonna sweat it, oh but I did
Q. How many times do you listen to a campy old song, alone on a Saturday night, with tear-filled eyes, before you realize it's not campy, it's f*ckin' depressing, and you (finally) turn it off?

A. three times - MAYBE