First of all, I hate the new Facebook timeline thingamajig. All your info, out there in public, for everyone to see, forever? I mean, that shit’s hardly fair. I don’t care about my rep, but I’ve knocked boots with some athletes (hockey players), musicians (well, “aspiring musicians”) and senators (Republican, obviously), who I’m probably going to have to go back and untag in my old pictures now. BO-RING! Oh, well. A handle of my good buddy Johnnie will help the untagging time fly by.
Okay, rant over. The video, Shirley, the video. My score: Four mini-bottles of Tequila out of five. I don’t know what it’s like to stalk someone while sober, but let’s be real here: who hasn’t woken up the morning after a drunken stupor and found the 236 text messages you sent to the same person? I mean, come on, talk about universal freakin’ experiences! Plus, the singers in the video look like dudes I can relate to … dirty, unshaven, a kind of crazy gleam in their musician-aspirant eyes. Aspirant? Did I use that word right? It gets thrown around during my rehab visits a lot.
