Another musical confession.

Michael Bolton rocks my socks.
How can we be lovers if we can't be friends?
That's deep, man.

Oh! And Barry Manilow. Can't smile without you? hello!

Freddie, you have no idea what you are in for when you agreed to this road trip to Biloxi. I know you refuse to let me drive, but that's ok. I called shotgun on the radio three months ago, plus playing passenger makes it easier to jam out and embarrass the hell out of you.