Music Makes Me Find Control

I jam fresh beats all day, everyday.

Lately, +/- (Plus or Minus is name of the band) is too groovy to resist. Check'em out...

Turn it up really LOUD, and JAM it like some fuckin MARMALADE!
But watch out for the wolves.

Recommendation: Click play and scroll down to other posts for a soundtrack effect.

'If You See A Tennis Ball, Put It In Your Mouth'

Unequivocal love. That sweet girl--unlike plenty of creatures out there--didn't care where you came from or what your story was.

Find Kirby Puckett up there - he'll play fetch with ya.

Daisy just wanted a piece of you. She taught a lot while getting taught. Mad? All you needed was to look at her blonde face. In my early 20's she was often there. I shared a couch/bed with her for half a summer. Those San Diego mornings get ocean breezy. Thanks for keeping me warm, Daisy. You will be missed.

A SWEATY VIKING CHICK!?!

Stupidity is defined as lacking intelligence or common sense.
Pictured right is Princess Madeleine of Sveden (misspelled purposely)....hot, right? Well, the youngest daughter of nearly 40-year reigning King Carl XVI Gustaf of the affluent Nordic country has experienced the same heart-wrenching trials of modern dating as your common, non-regal Betty.

After calling off her wedding to now ex-fiance, Jonas Berstrom, after an eight year relationship, Her Highness rightfully broke him off like a twenky inch crawler after he cheated on her with a mannish viking handball player from Norway. We're talking EUROPEAN handball here folks--a women's basketball/1st-Base softball playing equivalent mannishness! Pretty gross. Even if she was smokin hot: Dude cheated on a Princess...literally. Does one get more stupid than that?

Everyone's got their "I'd cheat on my spouse/partner with this person fantasy" scenario, and are jokingly quite open about it, even with their signif-oth. But a sweaty viking chick!?! Common Jonas! You blew it, Bro.
What a douche.

As hot princesses go, Maddy (yea, I'm callin her that) has apparently moved on to a financier from NYC (of course she has). I love that! Such a pretentious word to describe someone's occupation while efficiently umbrella-ing (yea, I made it a verb) his social status to involve/denote higher society than....well, most of society--enough to merit dating a princess in a rich country. What does it take to be legitimately labeled as a financier? Working in finance can't be enough. I've got good friends in that field, and they are socially astute enough to not refer to themselves as such. So I'm setting the standards here and now. Persons in finance shall only refer to themselves as a financier if they are A) bangin a princess; B) commonly wearing an ascot or bow tie for non-special occasions; C) trying to bang a princess.
Let it be known!

Props for movin up in the world, Maddy...if that's even possible.
Good for you, New York Financier Guy. Way to sneak right in there.
As for you Mr. Norwegian softball player lover: nice job, Moron. You really munsoned yourself out in the middle of nowhere.