inquiry

At the risk of sounding ignorably paradoxical, I'm apparently not alone in being alone.

My good buddy paradise got me listening to the Sneaker Pimps' “Bloodsport” album. And I had to admit to my good buddy I've spent all this time assuming they couldn't be much of anything without whoever they co-oped to sing “6 Underground” – which of course is a serious contender for what I want played outside the oven converting my meaty remains to ash.