With the way this week is climbing up my ass, this is mine.
Feel free to toss your hair while it plays. I know I do.
This is also the only appropriate soundtrack to teabagger candidates, whether cuffing journalists, or curb stomping satirists, it's the only way I can cope.
It didn't even take them 20 20 20 4 hours before they demanded an apology from the stompee. It was her fault after all.
