Punk Rock Girl

The title has nothing to do with the post. I just woke up with that song in my head. The entire song. Actually, it’s still there. It was there when I cleared the driveway of 14″ of snow at 7am. It will probably still be there the rest of the day. Welcome to my world.

I keep coming back to the part of the song (which is more spoken than sung) that goes:

We went to the Philly Pizza Company
And ordered some hot tea
The waitress said well no, we only have it iced
So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy

Don’t ask me why – there is no rhyme or reason.

As I sit here watching more and more snow to fall – our heaviest of the season – I’m finding nothing to write about. Or at least caring to write about.

So maybe it is just time of a comic Saturday. That makes it sound like a regular or semi-regular bit I do here – and I don’t. ….but the Bizarro yesterday was funny – or at least I thought so. And I thought I would share.

….and why not! Hell, I’ve already shared my internal song-of-the day.

Song by: the Dead Milkmen

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