In light of what many call my "sick hockey obsession", I would like to state for the record that I don't like just brutish meat heads. I do, in fact, have an even sicker fascination with aging, British rockers. See below.
The one and only, David Coverdale. He was born to walk alone.
God damn, I wish my name was Rio. Simon Le Bon.
The incomparable Robert Plant. Only when you're not talking about David Coverdale.
Joe Elliott. For obvious reasons.
Can't explain it. Won't explain it. So there.
June 2018
5 years ago
3 comments:
you're an animal just waiting to have sugar poured on you, aren't you?
I would still totaly do Simon Le Bon. And Billy Idol. And Steve Perry. And David Bowie. And Joe Elliott.
Country: Bringin' on the heartbreak, baby and I'm not fa-fa-fa-foolin'.
stp: THANK YOU. Someone else agrees with me!
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