I'm wearing my Foghat to the opera.

A few days ago, my friends and I were sitting around having a few beers and shooting the breeze. We brought up the usual topics: midgets, porn, and Tijuana donkey shows. You know, if you think about it, the Tijuana donkey shows could fit into the midgets AND porn category. That's a piece of knowledge you'll never run across in a game of Trivial Pursuit.

Anyway, the radio was on a classic rock station and we were all jamming until one of my buddies popped up and said, "What band?" As soon as he said that, we all fell silent. It was as if you would have given a family of apes a calculus book. Blank stares all around. Then my buddy said, "C'mon, it's Foghat off of their 1975 album, Fool for the City...DUUUHHH!!!" This is when I promptly socked him in the arm.

Now I don't know about you, but I've always hated those goobers who feel it's their duty to quiz you on old songs. It makes it hard to jam out to some old tunes with some assclown over your shoulder going, "What band? What album? What year? What record label? Who was the first lead singer? Who was the third triangle player after they went to progressive rock?" SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!

You don't see people doing this stuff over opera. "What composer? Who's the tenor? Who is his understudy? Who was the fifth fat lady to audition for this part? What's her bra size?"

-B

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