Okay, so like the other day, I noticed this post by our illustrious editor. It’s about hating on "Wooly Bully"; a harmless song from the Sixties that has been covered by just about everyone.
And I’m like, why does everyone hate this song so much? It’s got a good hook. The words mean nothing because this is one of those dance songs. It’s meant to get people on the dance floor so they can shake their tail feathers.
I mean really! Can’t you all get worked up about something more important like the economy, or poverty or the housing crisis instead of a harmless dance ditty?
What has the Open Salon community become? Has it become a repository for time-wasting, wishy-washy, wimpy whiners that do nothing all day but complain about ….
Carrie Prejean in a white bikini.
Just then, Trudge’s lovely assistant Carrie Prejean walks in and whispers in his ear, “Trudge darling, the Open Call is titled Interview with My Bully.”
Oh! Never mind.
Since you’re here enjoy these three versions of