lookin for love in all the wrong places

i kid, i kid. especially since i wouldn't mind e-signing up for a piece of that. why, i remember when i was sixteen, i had many sweet daydreams of mike mussina/brady anderson sandwiches... and by sandwiches i mean, like, going out for sandwiches, like a one milkshake three straws deal, because there's no way i knew anything about anything when i was sixteen. uh, before i start shooing kids off my lawn, i'm gonna give a shoutout to my girl vicky for bringing this all to my attention, and oh, i guess i could let you all in on what i'm going on and on about: brady anderson apparently picks up chicks online.

Labels: boys behaving badly, i don't even know, less than three