The Lyrics to "Don't Fight It" By Kenny Loggins Featuring Steve Perry

Live long enough you're bound to findMoonshine'll make a man go blindNever can tell what the brew will doBut there's times you'll wind up feelin so fineSome women seem to have a knackThey'll turn you on and leave you flatNever can tell who's playin for keepsSo tell me now what's holding you backI know your heart can take itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itIt'll do your heart so goodDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itIt'll only do you goodDon't fight it'll do your heart so gooddo what mama doDo what daddy doWhen you gonna make up your mindYou can run but love will find youReady or not here it comesSome people when they hear a grooveShake their heads cause they just can't approveWell I turn up the music till it's shakin the skyIs everybody ready to moveThere's times you wanna shake yourselfThere's nights you wanna yell for helpYou can fly when you're standing stillN there's nothing wrong with raising some hellTonight we're gonna raise itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight it'll do your heart so goodDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight itDon't fight it

p.s. listen to this song always, nothing in human history except maybe stay fly can touch it.

Severed Chickenheads from the DOLLARSTORE

OK, so I like totally drank a whole bottle of shaw (cab sauv cause all the good shit is gone already duh and I never just buy all shiraz like i should because I love the man too much to believe that any of his children could not be worthy of me dropping my 2 (or 3 in bullshit ass new motherfucking england) buxxxx) and it was the most delicious bottle of shaw I have ever drank. It was a glorious time. I sat around stoned off bong resin listening to steely dan rekkids and contemplating what a waste my life has become while furiously pawing at the remote control in the hopes of the beard of chuck norris making an appearance. ANYWAYZ, I also bought a sweet orange tikihead candle that I will totaaly post some sweet picture of after I figure out how to reduce the quality enough and the html and all that shit that you fucks with yr abilities and awareness take for fucking granted from young schloubs like me that make their livings with their hands. and after that purchase, I formed a new band called "Crack Team" with three of my friends who will have their first practice after I post this. We wrote three songs last night, "Glow in the Dark Tattoos" which is about glow in the dark facial tattoos (ITS A METAPHOR), "A Hit Among Gay Bloggers" which is about mustaches, and "Mini Mart Moments" which is the song I will use to woo the new hottie who works the counter at the mini mart. All the songs contain threats of bodily harm to those who refuse to sell us drugs, including our own beloved RACIST DAVE. It is a glorious time to be alive. House Music fills me loins with girth.!!!.!

Opening the Vagina for Birth

This will be the greatest blog ever. Just like Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, but with dumb guys and a stolen tiki mug instead of girls with low self esteem and magic pants. We will send the mug around once a month or so among the 4 hallowed members who will all document their exploits with the mug (and with the hardships of being a young woman in spite of all) here. This idea will run out of steam in two weeks. R. Kelly just came up on shuffle, it's a sign from god.