Charles Johnson has found the evidence the end of days, and presents the Nightmarish Vision of Apocalypse.
For the record, I've hated this song since my teens, when heading out to the park and "parking" was still the way to spend a late Saturday evening, and, while in uh... fond embrace... the music in question came on the car radio, and my date stopped nibbling on my neck to play air guitar on my back.
I walked the mile and a huff home.
It took him 20 years to regain my respect, but I still won't go parking with him (even if his wife were to let him).
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