I Never Thought Richard Marx Would Do This To Me

Oh, ladies. Sometimes I think I have you figured out. Then after I have imbibed an unhealthy amount of bourbon and lager, I realize that I haven’t the slightest clue what goes on your half-sized brains. Ok, I was just kidding, Bouker. Don’t go all Wellesley on my ass. So today I was assessing my battered (and hopefully deep fat-fried WHISPER I hear grease is good for hangovers and cancer?!) emotions, my former Kanye-sized EGO has been bruised like a kid in a wheelchair trying to take the stairs during a fire drill. And as I thought through how I was feeling, there’s only one song that was running in my head.

After a quick Google search of the lyrics, it became apparent that RICHARD MARX was somehow taking the words right out of my mouth, or mind, or whatever. SO, ladies and gents, I thought I’d share maybe the most appropriate video for the day, not only for its apparent musicality, but also for these hellacious hair styles.  I can’t imagine ANYBODY getting the knob slobbed with a doo like that.

~ by mecolwell on February 3, 2008.