so in this time of uberstress beyond all imagination, i’ve discovered the balm to soothe my frazzled nerves: the beatles.
yeah, they just popped on the winamp3 and well, i feel a little better. instead of having boulders of throbbing soreness where my neck and shoulder muscles connect, i have merely something not as hard and heavy as boulders.
so, if you want to meet me at my house, say 7:30ish and sing “here comes the sun” to me over and over again while rubbing my back, i’d really appreciate it.
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Three words for you:
“In My Life”.
don’t have it here.
“i’ll follow the sun” is my very favorite though, but it seems “here comes the sun” is really working wonders on the soothing.
rubber soul, man.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I can deliver on that request. It would prolly make Mary a little cranky.
Besides, you don’t want me singing anything.
I’m afraid that if I go rubbing your back, my wife would then have to rub your front, and then all hell would break loose and I simply don’t have the silk PJ’s and unlit pipe for such an eventuality.
I have both the red and blue greatest hits double albums and they are delish. I’ve been wanting the white album forever and ever, but I can’t afford it right now. beatles=the yummiest.
I remember the summer I was seventeen and I was in the mountains with a boy I met hiking. His cabin/house very rustic, with no running water, but we had fruit sandwiches, dripping in honey, and there was electricity to play the Beatle’s White album. It was a perfect accompaniment.
Thomas, if you’re putting on PJs of any material when there is female-to-female frontal rubbing going on, you might as well sit down and smoke a pipe ’cause you’re CLEARLY INSANE.