Kiss Me On The Bus
Haven't heard that song in years. All it took was a momentary listening in a bar on Saturday night and it has been stuck in my head ever since. I don't know why, but it always makes me think of Molly Ringwald and cheese doodles.
Oh, and peach schnapps.
Yuck. I swear parents buy that shit and put it in the front of the liquor cabinet so that kids grab that and they leave the good booze alone. Well, not my parents. My parents only kept warm cans of Old Milwaukee and a few bottles of Canadian Windsor. Man, that stuff is like ass. Not just any ass, but hairy, 90 degrees in the shade and wearing polyester underwear ass.
Kiss me, on...the...BUS...
Moving forward.
Oh, and peach schnapps.
Yuck. I swear parents buy that shit and put it in the front of the liquor cabinet so that kids grab that and they leave the good booze alone. Well, not my parents. My parents only kept warm cans of Old Milwaukee and a few bottles of Canadian Windsor. Man, that stuff is like ass. Not just any ass, but hairy, 90 degrees in the shade and wearing polyester underwear ass.
Kiss me, on...the...BUS...
Moving forward.
posted by Bree O'Connor at 9:31 AM
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