Deadsplinter Up! All Night: Just Desserts

In honor of @Elliecoo‘s flat balls.

So hit me with your chocolate stick

Hit me slowly

Hit me quick

Chocolate Chip

Eclair

Thanks for coming around.

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    • Oh yes! Friends of mine had that album kind of as a joke, but he was (is?) a really talented singer and musician.

      I absolutely love this song, because it’s a love song, but also because it’s an ode to California, and if I could live it all over again I would grow up in the LA region and go to a Cal university. I got into a drunken fight with friends of mine (including Better Half) like around Christmas 1991 because the Democratic primaries were coming up. I screamed at them, “Jerry Brown was the Governor of California in the 1970s and was sleeping with Linda Ronstadt. And Bill Clinton from Bog Hollow, Arkansas, with that horrid wife, was governor of one of the least desirable states in the Union. Would you rather live in California in the 1970s or Arkansas in the 1980s? Why is this even a question?!?!”

      Well, we know how that turned out. It was that electoral season where I threw up my hands in disgust at the DNC who put their thumb on the scale and the New York Times for their ridiculous “news” stories and Letters to the Editor, as if it were Pravda and we were all supposed to endorse Bill Clinton without reservation or we’d be taken out back and lined up against the wall. “It depends on what the meaning of is is.” That’s right, Bill.

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