So awesome.

Next night, I was driving to a hockey game at a neighboring venue, it was icy, I took a corner rather quickly, skidded, and almost hit Mr. Manillow and his entourage crossing to enter the arena. He looked me in the eyes, this time in fear.

I was drunk on pink champagne, in row 13, mid-stage, stood on my seat and yelled *I love you to Barry Manillow, he looked me in the eyes and touched his heart.

I would like to add M*A*S*H Yalu Brick Road, where Klinger gets discount turkeys and everyone gets "Sam and Ella"

Thank you Santa! You enjoy with your loved ones too!

This mom's bird has been soaking for 6 hours. Go ahead...ask.

In 1976 my schwinn blue banana seat, with sparkly handlebar streamers would be there. Good times

It's sooooo good!
(Assuming you're talking about Burns)

It's all so sad. So sad.

So fucking good!

"You're doing it wrong"