It happened ...
So I was driving home from Dallas and listening to Rascal Flatts "What hurts the most" (sorry, I like the song for some reason), and the station was from Dallas, and I was already 3/4 of the way home. So about 2/3s of the way through, the static was so bad I gave up on the song. I changed to a local station, and it was the same song at the same point in the song.
It's a spring feast miracle.
It's a spring feast miracle.
posted by Karl at 4:31 PM
9 Comments:
*gasp*
KARL LIKES COUNTRY?!
"was being SOOOOO CLOSE...."
- too bad that didn't come on Tuesday night, you could have serenaded us
I like to imagine them as being ..err .. Texan pop.
What hurts the most is that I thought you were a true music lover. :( You'd better start developing a drawl.
I've broken arms and take shots 3-4 times a day .. but THAT really hurt, Mike.
My familiarity with Rascal Flatts begins and ends with the movie "Cars".
LOL@michael.
How dare you call Rascal Flatts "Texan."
I'm so confused by "country pride".
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