News these days, is like raw sewage. We produce too much and it will of course kill you. Fear not! After some of my patented caustic treatment, it will be filtered, safe, and palatable with mangled aphorisms thrown in to confuse you.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Killing me swiftly with this song
The lounge singers, that is. And, really, with any song they try. Every night, through a changing roster of abysmally bad singers at the lounge here in the Westin Financial District in Beijing.
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