because i can

i know you guys don't click the links. every time i ask you if you clicked the links you always say, no, not this time, you didn't, but maybe next time. and so i've decided to invest the time in something to give you even less excuse--the embedded amiestreet player widget so that you don't even have to pause reading in order to hear what it is that i'm talking about.

like:

"she was a drunk divorced floozie goin' a 120 miles an hour
with an arab play boy toy down by the eiffel tower"

just press the button. go ahead. i dare ya.



you'll have to invest the twenty-two cents with amiestreet to hear the whole thing, (or more after the whole world catches on and the price creeps up), but i promise you you won't be disappointed. yeah, i know, this is totally tasteless, vile and reprehensible stuff, but, see, the thing is, it's GREAT tasteless, vile and reprehensible stuff. i mean, who else writes lyrics like this?

edited to add, since the reference to the earlier post identifying the particular drunk divorced floozy in question as diana princess of wales isn't obvious, that the particular drunk divorced floozy in question is diana princess of wales. (and not, in case it's unclear, a reference to anyone closer to me than that, because, what do you think i am, crazy?--wait, don't answer that). i kinda figured the line about "she died in the back seat unzipping dodi's pants" would be the useful hint, but i now realize that it's way down towards the end of the song, and even then not the kind of thing that sane people put together right away without context. anyway, enjoy!