Yesterday we celebrated David Bowie's birthday with a bottle of champange. Each.
So we ended up listening to Vampire Weekend and dancing in the backyard. Which thoroughly shocked my neighbors, who are really nice people, but hate dancing now that they have seen Bristol Palin doing it. Not IT, I mean.... gosh, I'm gonna wrap this up right now....
Jeez, that's not even Bowie...
and his head is out of sequence...
You said, “Baby, we don't speak of that,” like a real aristocrat...
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