Say Something Nice About The Person Above You

Someone, somewhere, probably loves Mikey. Maybe. Because a mom has to love her son.

 

I've never heard a Night Ranger song, although I was tempted once three years ago. That moment had been hanging with me for months after months, and I just couldn't shake it. Then, finally, last year, I began speaking with BYH. He told me his deepest Night Ranger fantasies and once told me he knew his wife was "the one" when she didn't point and laugh at him -- for liking the group, at least.

It took a lot of time, but knowing Night Ranger had a fan as loyal and as hardcore as BYH cleared up those plaguing thoughts. Thanks to BYH, I will never have the desire to listen to Night Ranger again.

God bless you, BYH.

 

Mikey has a great appreciation of emotional song lyrics.

 

Mikey's mom is here. She's, uhh, listening to my Night Ranger tapes with me.

anyway. she wanted me to say she doesn't love you, but that she's moderately confident you'll find someone who will love you. She says you have a better chance of finding someone who loves you than America will of figuring out a flawless exit strategy from Iraq.

Now please stop calling. The constant sound of the Full House ring tone interrupts our passionate lo...listening to Night Ranger.

 

F_T's got more talent than BYH could handle -- and much, much more.

BYH had so much trouble finding his new Night Ranger album because he was insistent on finding the cassette version, which, aside from showing how pathetic he really is, makes him, well, unique. But that didn't keep him down. No, it didn't. He got right back up and went on to the next store, leaving puddles of tears and urine in his vacant spot. He found clerk after clerk, one more annoying than the next. "It's like looking in the mirror of my soul," he said, but it didn't discourage him enough to quell his search.

No, he kept going. Finally, he found it -- all in its index-card-sized glory, imaginary mullets flapping in the imaginary breeze. Now his wife won't look at him the same way ever again. But that's OK with BYH. Because he's got his cassette, and that's all he needs.

He's confident in himself. Someone needs to be, and he's up for the challenge.

 

Mike writes very extensive compliments.

 

If you can't appreciate the simple beauty of the hissing sound between songs and flipping the tape over to hear side two, well, then you don't deserve to be loved, Mikey.

 

BYH's rat-tail is the envy of Trans Am owners everywhere.

 

lono loves beer

 

I don't always agree with TP's views on the world, but I sure as heckfire love his music.

 

RSC has an awesome name and signature. You can never go wrong with Earl Warren.

 

Birdscribe's gene pool elicits obscenities. Which in its way is cool