I'm so glad to see the Police back together. It was awesome to see Sting and the guitar player and the drummer back together.
We all missed the guitar player and the drummer.
Though now I miss the guitar player and drummer from Sting's solo career.
I know you won't believe this but when I close my eyes and listen to Sting singing solo it sounds just like when he's with the Police.
I can't wait to spend $200.00 to see Sting and the guitar player and drummer in concert.
I hope they do some Sting songs.
And Roxanne.
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Dear Phil Donahue's Niece:
Are you okay? I'm watching you.
No, wait, Sting's watching you...I'm watching tv.
Dear Cake,
Is that a message in a bloggle?
Dear NoOprah:
How long did you spend thinking that one up?
(I botched up Sting's stalker song lyrics...as you can tell, I'm a huuuuge fan.*)
(*That's sarcasm.)
Dude, you totally don't have to put on the red light.
Sometimes I don't know what the frig Phil Donahues Niece is talking about.
Thank god she's cute.
Boy, there's nothing like a blog for facilitating communication. Sure beats the hell out of shouting to be heard above the din of one's Rice Krispies.
-- Lamont Cranston
Sometimes I don't know what the frig Lamont Cranston is talking about.
Thank god he's cute.
I think Phil Donahue's Niece might be drinking...
I wish she'd share.
I'm drinking bourbon over Moon Street, or something...
-- Lamont Cranston
mmm....Scotch
Why do I always feel like a canary in a coal mine when I read this blog?
Sometimes I don't know what the frig Lois is talking about.
Thank god she makes me cookies.
Reading today's blog is like a humiliating kick in the crotch.
P.S. The "Sign in with your Google account" button is missing.
I had a half glass of red wine and now everything makes sense.
At least it doesn't take much.
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