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This thread is full of gay.
Dear Journey,
It has been a few decades since the early eighties and I think it's time I sit down and write you my long overdue thank you letter. I am thankful that a pimply faced skinny hillbilly could go out on what could be a less than stellar date only to find himself saying "Wait! please......just one more song" before said date was about to bail out of the car, sometimes still moving at speeds to produce lifelong foot dragging and road rash that would need cover-up cosmetics whenever leaving the house.
The one song was always pre-planned in case of an emergency, which was my over abundant sperm count coupled with the usual horniness that comes with it in a late teen package of a man-child. The song would be the usual, "Faithfully", "Open Arms" or something just as appropriate from your vast collection of panty-loosening musical offerings. By slipping that cassette in, meant I'd soon be slipping myself in as your music also had lubricating properties all their own on these girls. By pleading to listen to that "One last song', I avoided many nights of directly driving the date home, only to go home and cower in my closet, flashlight clenched tightly in teeth, furiously masturbating to some of my Dad's old musty smelling playboy magazines.
One can only imagine how much pussy you guys saw and from all I know, as I have not followed your careers, you all may have withered up and died trying to pound the shit out of all the women who threw themselves at you, because even if a guy like me could get so lucky from your music at that point in my life, I doubt you guys ever had a chance for your dicks to even dry off.
Thanks again
your buddy,
Lorax
P.S.- If you guys see Air Supply, could you please pass along these sentiments.....thanks.