tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post1014435683268306589..comments2023-10-15T08:32:37.279-06:00Comments on A Nod to Nothing: Christmas ShoesScooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07264667176243327560noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post-91625941373729292642007-12-30T22:11:00.000-06:002007-12-30T22:11:00.000-06:00Just because you were gassing your Mustang doesn't...Just because you were gassing your Mustang doesn't mean you weren't all water and salt. I know you said it was wind chill, but we both know you were lying to save face. I've told you before, we've been friends a long time, you can open up...but if wind chill is code for "my deepest emotions", so be it. I can read between the lines. I really shoudl get an iTunes copy for you to listen to tomorrow...all night. Sort of a New Year's present. But maybe I can just play these YouTube versions over and over for hours and save myself $0.99 so I can buy an extra beer. I know you'd want me to. We're that close.Scooterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07264667176243327560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post-76488103140428702572007-12-28T21:16:00.000-06:002007-12-28T21:16:00.000-06:00I didn't talk to you about it at your house, I tal...I didn't talk to you about it at your house, I talked to you about it after standing outside in 30+ mph winds pumping gas, all the while being forced to listen to the 3 of Hearts version of this song.<BR/><BR/>My emotions were not tied in a knot - they were in fact focused into a a bright beam of white hot anger. If given three wishes during the Christmas season, I might in fact use one of them just to rid the world of this schmaltzy, artificially emotional, manipulative piece of crap song.<BR/><BR/>In other words, I just don't much like it :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com