And I claimed to hate The Eighties.
Beautiful Jennifer and Patrick Sleazy
Yeah! I know Jennifer Was a Bitch-on-Wheels to Work With
Precisely why I LOVE Her
Found Out It Was A Pain-In-The-Ass
I LOVE You
“Soon Found Out, I Was Losin’ My Mind”
(Yup. I changed the Title. It’s My Blog After All, Ain’t It?)
The Eighties SUCKED Music-Wise
Wow! What a Bold Statement!
“Yes, and I stand by it.”
Now… Y’all, fess up! The Eighties were devoid of decent music, save a few, (Damn few) exceptions.
Hey! We are talking ‘bout the decade of want here! The Decade of “We want shoes! Therefore we am!” Ya know what? Fuck The Eighties! I was still a young man during them yet, even I, even I… scratched my head and pondered The End of Western Civilization.
(But Damn! How I did love Madonna!)
I served my country during The Eighties.
I loved Reagan during The Eighties.
I grew prematurely old during the Eighties.
What the hell was there not to love?
About The Eighties?
The Eighties were not The Sixties, nor The Seventies.
The Eighties Had NO Moral Compass.
The Eighties had NO WAR to protest.
The Eighties had Nothing, save for ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘Rambo’ and such jokes make not a decade to be proud of.
OK: Bet Yer Boots
There is more to come.
And Comments along the way: Encouraged
This Post Will Be
Heavily slightly Not Edited, but you will see all the edits (of which there will be none), as per my wont, and my promise in a previous post. (Yeah: work in progress…)
(Then again, I
may probably won’t just delete this and move on)
fast; leisurely if you’re of a mind to…
And, if you have come this far:
want really desire this to be a ‘community post’. Now, what I mean by that is this: Throw in your comments/musings/rants/raves/loves/hates about The Eighties. I will mesh them into the post. (with credits to authors) This could be fun (if we allow it)
(And if y’all believe that shit, I have a bridge for sale–just kidding–I swear! I will fold any comments into the post)
Come on now! You know you have an opinion!
Cheers and Beers!