Disease

First off, let me tell you how disappointed I am in the lack of good images from Pigs in Space.

The likenesses of Link Hogthrob, Dr. Strangepork and Firstmate Piggy are beyond bad. The best I could do was get a shot of the Swinetrek!

But my post isn't really about the Muppet Show.

No, it's about pigs. Or Swine Flu. Or H1N1.

From NPR to my friend Jon to any number of bloggers (many of them queer - but not you Torn, never you), folks have been reacting to and questioning the reaction of this outbreak. Mostly that the information is overkill. I hear them, I really really do. But only to a point. At first it seemed like a slow news day when this broke last week(end), but you know it is all valid.

Let's forget that the WHO (no, not Roger Daltrey & Pete Townsend) upped the level to orange, or moved down to Defcon 2 or whatever they call it. Yes, the perception that there is too much information is partially due to a 24 hour news cycle that somehow must employ Dr. Sanjay Gupta 13 hours per day (how do his patients in regular hospital-land ever see that man?), but I like to think that all the info is just and needed.

There are even certain gay bloggers who talk about the hype. They are also the first ones if this "flu" killed 16 gay men and no one did anything about it, they'd be all over that shit (no Torn, not you). As well they should. But 91 (or whatever the number is now) of others who died of Swine Flu are no less important than us gay men. Depeche Mode even said, "people are people".

And no offense to the people who expired from this flu, but now this situation is about containment. It's good places like the CDC and WHO have learned from past experience. SARS, Mad Cow, and let's not forget GRID back in 1981.

Having worked in Emergency Medicine and disaster preparedness for a decade, I am really ok with this exposure - of the media, that is. I think it's important that the word gets out. Sometimes you need a 2x4 to beat the public into listening - and this is one of those times.

Cough and sneeze into your sleeve, folks. And for g-d's sake people, wash your fucking hands!

Not that I'm asking you to loiter in public restrooms (unless of course you're Larry Craig), but stand there for 5 minutes and watch how many people don't wash - it's disgusting. And it's no wonder illness is spread so easily. They are the pigs!



Song by: matchbox twenty

Rock in this Pocket (Song of David)

I was out at MicroCenter the other day trying to spend some hard earned gift cards, when I stumbled up on this:

You know I have an eye for the absurd (like....you know...what's in the mirror!), so it didn't take me too long to see what was wrong with this "book".

Now take note: my hands are of normal size. I do not think they are bigger or smaller than your average male. We're just talking about hands here, people.

Anyway, now take your also average hand and place it on or over a pocket......any pocket. Is this book fitting in anywhere that would be convenient for you to carry? Je think not.

Oh, it's also like 200 pages long. My pockets ain't that thick/wide.


A side note: I was going to call this post Pocket of a Clown and then realized I had already used the Dwight Yoakam tune almost a year ago. If you remember (and if not just click on the hyperlink in the last sentence) a friend told me about not going a week without a clown reference - and it really does hold up. And right now, this was yours for this week.



Song by: Suzanne Vega

Education

I'm still not totally sold on Facebook by any means. I even got unfriended by one person - but to be fair, he was not totally sold on FB and just unfriended all and then deleted his account, so it wasn't totally personal. Or so he says.

But I've slowed way down on my Twitter stuff too, but I got this from one of my Twitter peeps. It's humourous, but not laugh-out-loud funny. But really - isn't it always that way when videos are done in that 1961 educational filmstrip style?




Song by: Pearl Jam

Birthday

It's like Birthday Central this last week.

My oldest niece turned 18. I swear it was like a nano-second ago she was born. Her parents had a party for her - well a cookout with just the family. It was nice....and great weather. 80s at 21:00. You gotta love that in April. Four years ago on that same day we got about 14" of snow, so it really can go either way.

But she modeled her prom dresses for us. Only one stays - the rest go back. She didn't want to show us, but I did an impromptu Kelly Kapoor-ism "fashion show! fashion show! fashion show at lunch!!!" which made her parents burst out laughing. Who knew they'd remember an Office episode from like three years ago?

Both were nice, but prom dresses are not what I thought they were - at least they're not now. I didn't go to prom for a number of reason - one being unsaid and yet still fairly obvious. The second being I went to an all boys school and knew no girls - which ironically enough has/had nothing to do with the obvious reason.

Our prom theme was Bruce Springsteen's "She's the One", which I never understood. I thought prom themes were supposed to be timely from the year of the actual prom - not a song released six years earlier. I provided a write-in vote: Nick Lowe's "Cruel to be Kind". It wasn't picked.

Denton's birthday was yesterday. It was a low key event - him and me. Usually we do a combined thing, but he wanted my niece to have it all to herself. He really just didn't want undo attention. So he got none. I mean - we went out for lunch and made a nice dinner and I got him a nice present. I thought. So did he.

Yup, I bought him art. I saw this at a local exhibit and purchased it - without his prior approval. Risky, I know, but I really really liked it. And hell, I have known him so long I was 87% sure he would too....and he did.

Denton has a background in architecture and city planning so anything with buildings usually gets a pass.

But I thought we needed more original artwork in the house and it is from a local artist, so I thought it was a good move. We're not sure where we are going to hang it, but it is safe to say it will most likely go in the living room.

I hate the title of the piece though: Gossip in the City. Of course I think of Sex and the City - which makes me think of Brian on Family Guy saying: "so....this is basically about three hookers and their mom?"

We have two kitty birthdays this week too: Kylie would have been 18. We lost her almost three years ago, but we still honour her in any way we can. Tovah turns 15 !!! She'll get wet food (which totally grosses me out) and some extra treats.

Now the focus is on a next year. It's a big birthday for Denton, so we do have to honour and acknowledge it. We're planning on doing it with a trip. We have it narrowed to two places so hopefully it will all work out. It seems a long way off, but we really do need to just buckle down and do it.



Song by: the Jesus & Mary Chain

Get Right With G-d

I loved this bumper sticker I saw in a Panera parking lot the other week.

Do you think there are ones that say "Don't Honk if You Hate Ugly Jesus"? All that non-honking is deafening!

What makes Jesus sexy? And is Jesus being sexy a conflict of interest for the catholics? I mean - not for the priests, because they certainly like their men to be sexy. But usually they are relegated to altar boys and not lord and saviour.

And I guess with altar boys it is more "vulnerable" than "sexy"....though it might be a fine line with that sacrosanct group.

Of course, it is not too hard to find hypocrisy elsewhere when it comes to religion either.

Take this story from CNN today. A frickin' rock formation in the form of the hand of g-d. As opposed to the hand of Paul - the guy down the street. Or Charles, the accountant over at H&R Block.Anyhoo....the guy who found this is selling it on eBay. Since it is a rock formation, clearly it can't really be moved - so what is to sell? Well......here it is: The buyer will "basically be buying the rights, complete and exclusive rights" to the rock, including literary and movie rights.

LOLLLLLLL. I. AM. DYING. ....but not to be resurrected. Just of hysterics.

I'm not even sure the WB could pull off a crappy bio-pic of.....a rock slide? Mel Gibson's schedule seems to be open right now.

But even more laughable of course, are these so-called believers who will sell out their lord for a quick buck. Because Jesus wants his uncopywrited image auctioned off on eBay.......like they did with that grilled cheese sammich and potato chip.

Apparently eBay is the new Temple and yet these douchebags don't see the similarities.



Song by: Lucinda Williams

(If You Were) In My Movie

Well if you or the police needed to know where I was on Saturday, 4/18 at 7:35pm - I have my alibi.

Denton and I have two separate ways of seeing what else is on TV (because guys don't care what is on - just what else is on). I use the remote to scroll through the stations. He uses it to scroll through the menu - never actually changing the channel until he gets to something that interests him.

But the descriptions are usually cut off and you have to click on the actual channel to know what half of it is anyway.

That is most likely not the case with Blow Me Sandwich 3. Clearly Denton was the one scrolling via his method, since I'm 99% sure that Ron Weasley probably wasn't about to receive fellatio from Hermione......or Draco.

I'm not sure where the sandwich comes in. Maybe it's like American Pie and they do it with a ham & cheese on rye. (suspected dialogue: "Hey! That's not mayonnaise!")

We didn't watch. It would have been too hard to pick up the plot without seeing Blow Me Sandwich 1 and/or 2.


Song by: Suzanne Vega

Record of the Month

I figured I'd do a monthly 'what I'm listening to' kind of thing. This could be viewed as a lame placeholder kind of post. And probably it is. But it's my blog! So there!

Let's face it - if nothing else Morrissey has always had the best song titles - "You're the One for Me, Fattie", "Hairdresser of Fire", "Lucky Lisp" and "We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful".

Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), he has the musical chops to pull those off as real songs and not just throwaway music. He did with the Smiths and on his own. He kind of stepped the game with his last disk, You are the Quarry, and he continues it with his new one, Years of Refusal.

Actually, I am really digging the disk. Morrissey is in fine form with his writing and vocals.

When I said last month that Raul Malo had one of the best songs of the year, Morrissey has the other with "All You Need is Me" (though Annie Lennox's "Shining Light" is right up there!). It is possibly the most rocking song he has ever done. Yeah - you read that right. Morrissey. Rocking.

Actually, there are a number of jammin' tunes (man!). "That's How People Grow Up", "Sorry Doesn't Help" and "I'm Ok by Myself".

Don't get me wrong, there are still the trademark What Would Morrissey Do? songs (write a song about how lonely and miserable he is. The answer is always "C". - some of my readers will get that, but not many) like "You Were Good in Your Time".

But I'm a big fan of "Black Cloud" - that and "All You Need is Me". And liking the entire disk - and you know often I don't say that!

And even if you don't like his music, you can at least appreciate the inside jacket photo. Morrissey looks pretty good for a 50 yo man.

Of course, I'm working out to look like the guy on the left. Or to get him. Either/Or. I can live with it.

You're the Storm

The attached video is ok. Nothing more. Nothing more, nothing less. But so far, I've found that true of about 94% of all Funny or Die videos. It's a bit sad when their two best bits were a Lindsay Lohan spoof of an eHarmony ad or Paris Hilton's bid for run at president.

This one is a parody of the National Organization of Marriage's viral video. The one that includes "real" doctors and parents. And by "real", of course, I mean "actors". At least with Funny or Die you get real actors playing fake people and know it - not that you've actually seen Alicia Silverstone in anything since Clueless so it's hard to remember she acts. But a girl's gotta work.

I'm more amazed at how much exposure Sarah Chalke keeps getting. She sucked so badly as the second Becky on Roseanne, who knew she'd be the go-to person for any number of sitcoms. I love her in Scrubs.

Some of the dialogue is pulled directly from the NOM video. If anyone can truly explain the line to be about the doctor and faith, more power to you.

Anyway, the video makes the point. I just assume had they put some more thought into it, that it would have been funnier.

A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch

Hopefully it plays well for you. I had buffering issues - and I'm not sure if it is Funny of Die or my every so slowly dying laptop. I think the latter.



Song by: the Cardigans

I Feel the Earth Move

David G sent this to me four and a half months ago and I've been holding onto it for Earth Day - which is today. Or as he said about Little Democrats: I love this book - so over the top! Even the right kind of brainwashing is still brainwashing......

Nothing against Democrats, as I am one, and while we might make it feel better again, I'm not sure we'll make it better again.

The thing is, all of us regardless of political affiliation, have fucked it up for so long, it will take all of us to make it better - even if it is a little bit at a time. Ok...ok.....the republicans with their lenience to environmental law have fucked it up a bit worse than we have.

There. I feel better.



Song by: Carole King

Supermodel

As g-d is my witness, I did not tamper with this box.

Yes, I think Christie Brinkley is vapid and has all the dance moves that barely beats a blind paraplegic (c'mon, have you seen the "Uptown Girl" video?). And Chuck Norris, that right wing nut job? The pair makes it hard not to fuck with package.

But yet, there we were at Dicks Sporting Goods (for g-d's sake, do not type in dicks.com if you're looking for sporting goods. You won't be finding them. Not there anyways!). And while we looked for new gym clothes, I stumbled upon this and took a closer look:

Perfection!

I can see why anyone who knows me, or reads this blog, would think I did this work of art, as it so is my style. But I swear, I never even shop with Dixon Ticonderoga #2.....anymore.

Naturally, I started making comments about Christie and her failed Hormone Replacement Treatments.

...and I'll still take that over Norris' threats to run for president in 2012.


Song by: Juliana Hatfield

Warmth of the Sun

Saturday was our first truly truly warm day. Actually, the second day in a row that it has been nice. It was great since we have had so much rain.

But it was so nice, the first windows and storm windows were flung open.

The girls loved it. Naturally Sophie tried to keep the window for herself, but Tovah made attempts and her nose was going a mile a minute to smell all that the outdoors has to offer.

It's weird....for the cold winter months, when we go upstairs, Sophie races ahead of us to the top. And waits. But she never tries to leap up onto the closed window and its sill. But in the last few weeks, as it's gotten nicer out, she races up and makes half-hearted attempts to see if it's possible to get to the window.

I guess she knows the weather is turning.

Now it is where one or both cats will be until we close up in October. They love that one window - mostly because we can leave it open all the time. No one can get in that way and for some reason, it is sheltered enough that rain never comes in. I'm 90% sure Sophie sleeps there - uncomfortable as it is - during most of the summer.

Me? I'm still convinced there is one more snow to be had. It happens to often here. And if I'm wrong, then I can be pleasantly surprised.


Song by: the Beach Boys

Technical Difficulties

I am having definite difficulties getting images to upload here - and let's face it, almost all my posts contain images. You didn't get one yesterday due to the same issue, but I had stuff to put into letters and characters, so all of your lips could move while you read.

But today's post was more about an image. I hope it resolves itself soon (as opposed to me having to resolve it). It was happening yesterday, because I did have an image to go along with the post, but figured I could work around it. Not so much today. Fudge.

Come to think of it, the posts were taking forever to go-live. Double fudge.

Please stand by. We'll try to have this issue fixed as soon as possible.

Never Going Back Again

What can I say - I'm a glutton for punishment.

Last night I agreed to take my 17 year old niece and one of her friends to go see Fleetwood Mac in concert. Not that anyone is counting - but this would be the 8th time I've seen them in my life.....and the last four really should have just not been done.

Had it not been for Katie, I would not have even entertained the idea. But, I'd taken her brother to concerts, but never her. This is something she wanted, I well, I want to do well by her. I almost forewarned her that this was not the band of the music she listened to. That band was in their 20s and 30s. Not 60s. But I kept my mouth shut (I know, right?!) and let her have her moment.

Let's start out that it is possible that Katie and Marsha were the two youngest folks there. I'd say the mean was my age or slightly higher. I'm sure some of these people were at the Richfield Coliseum, along with me, back in 1977 for the Rumours tour. Scary....on all levels.

I will give them this, three of the four remaining members (no Christine McVie again/still), play incredibly well. And then there is Stevie Nicks. I pine for the days before her three pack a day habit, klonopin and coke rehab stints ravaged her voice. Or even for the days when she could sing higher than Lindsey Buckingham. We're about a decade or two beyond that.

Nicks had her moments for sure, but the songs have been rearranged to meet her ever shrinking vocal range. She tackled "Storms" from Tusk - which was a first for me. And I've always rated that as one of my favourite Fleetwood Mac songs. This version almost ruined that for me. At least she looked good - for 60.

Buckingham though - I say this everytime: wow! He is the most underrated guitarist out there. And while his work on the live version of "Big Love" is innovative, I always find myself smiling (I know, right?!) when he does his incredible solo during "I'm So Afraid". After 30 years, it has never gotten old.

There were some highlights for sure - but I'm not sure for the larger group (almost a sell-out) - and all of them from Buckingham. The aforementioned "Big Love and "I'm So Afraid" for sure, but the never before seen and perfectly peformed "I Know I'm Not Wrong" and then a marching band less "Tusk". He also did his solo "Go Insane" - which was pretty frickin' good.

Then there was the bad - other band members attempting to do Christine McVie songs and "World Turning". I've always liked the song, but hate it live - mostly for the insufferable 15 minute drum solo by Gandalf the Grey Mick Fleetwood.

Oh, and then there were the six girls/women sitting/standing next to me. The screams that came from them - they weren't as much of enthusiasm as if they sounded like the last sound Nicole Brown Simpson may have made.

The set was simple but the show was slick. Too slick, in fact. Where are the says of unscripted anything and just deviating from the set-list? The video screens and camera work was DVD ready worthy - and you half expected them to sell it on disk on your way out of the arena.

I could see that Katie enjoyed it though - and that was the important thing. She'd watch the video screens to see Lindsey Buckingham's guitar work. I'm glad I went for her, but I don't think I'll be going back again.



Song by: Fleetwood Mac

Day Off

Believe it or not - I'm taking a day off from a real blog post. I mean, you're still getting this one, which means my streak of 4+ months without missing a day is still intact.

I win. Or lose. It is a fine fine line.

I'm traveling today. Not for work. Well......not exactly. I suppose there might be more on that later. Depending.

The killer is, I'm in my old stomping grounds but have to return home the same day, so I can't even stop and see friends. You know these guys - well, kind of: Morty, Dity, George. You read about them here - but you never really see them. I could never post a pic of them without their approval and they have good representation and demand creative control. ...and I just can't do that.

So anyhoo.....enjoy the day off.

Site of the Month

I am stealing this directly from Curtis. But I put in a bit of a buffer time between his post and mine to
make it faux and still seem like it was actually my idea. It totally wasn't. Curtis was much more creative than I would have been with it - so you can read his post here.

He might have LA and NYC booked up with his modeling gig, but I got Tokyo. They love us guys with the round eyes - meaning me and Speed Racer.



In my world - I'm just a model for Apple. As if! I wish. ....oh, and they pay me in product instead of cash. I'd just use the money to buy stuff at their store anyway.

It's really just PhotoFunia that can make you a star. But for that moment we can pretend we're stars.

To a Stranger

I considered having this be my Site of the Month, but I think I have pretty much decided on what that will be. And I also decided this one isn't worth enough to hold onto for another few weeks for the May (omg, is it pushing May already?) SotM.

Omegle is this site where you randomly talk with a stranger. And by talk, I mean chat - like IM. Not like Twitter, or weirdos who find you on Facebook. It's like (well not "like" so much as "is") IM with somebody out in cyberland. They cannot identify you, or you them.

As the site says, there is nothing stopping you from exchanging information - but "ick" - on so many levels.

To vet the system for you, I tried it.

Stranger: I was born in a bucket
You: What?
Stranger: I was born in a bucket of paint. How about you?
You: I was born in a hospital. Not nearly as exciting.

Your conversational partner has disconnected

I think I was dissed by an anonymous FREAK!

You all know my self-esteem is fragile at best. This doesn't seem to help. But in reality, it is just kind of freaky - and I don't assume I'll ever be that lonely or that removed from my friends or other random strangers.

Hell, I'd rather talk to folks on the elevator.



Song by: the Golden Palominos

Record of the Month - Classic

Another installment of a disk I have enjoyed over the years. I'm trying to keep the Record of the Month posts to be fairly new releases. Classics are going to be ones that are at least 5 years old.

Of all the 10,000 Maniacs disks, I opted to go with In My Tribe. Mostly because it was the first one I purchased way back - get this - 22 years ago! Fuck I'm feeling old. I remember getting ribbing from Denton and his friends about a group with such a weird name. Mind you - these guys were more used to Shalamar and Evelyn Champagne King, so what the hell did they know?

In My Tribe wasn't their debut disk - hell, it wasn't even their major label debut, it was just the first time I had heard of them. And for 1987, it was a pretty unique disk. They are a tough group to define if you've never heard them before. Maybe like R.E.M., but with a more snooty attitude and more jangly guitars.

They touch on lovely things here like child abuse, alcoholism, illiteracy and greed. On paper, they can seem a bit full of themselves, but they pull it off. And by 'they', I'm pretty sure we're talking about Natalie Merchant. I'd been to a number of concerts where she admonished the audience/city about their woeful ways.

That all being said - the songs still work. I'm not a fan of "My Sister Rose", but other than that all the songs are good. If you don't have a first edition of the disk, you'll be missing one song - a cover of Cat Stevens' "Peace Train". The Maniacs and Elektra Records pulled it after they found Stevens became a Muslim and there was false information regarding him supporting terrorism.

Peter Asher did a good job with the production (mostly known for his work with Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor - and lesser so for being part of Peter & Gordon'). I have favorite songs though - "A Campfire Song", "Don't Talk", "Gun Shy" and "Like the Weather". And I like "Peace Train" too.

In My Tribe probably isn't their most cohesive, most listenable or most successful disk, that would be Our Time in Eden, but this disk put them on the map - which is why it's getting the nod right now.

Non Religious Building

Yesterday was the first time I broke with my work-out routine since starting two months ago. I wanted to go, but Jesus wouldn't let me. It's his fault. Isn't it always?

Can you believe they close the gym on easter? What's that all about?

If Jesus actually did come back from the dead, don't you think part of the reason would be to tell me to get healthier and get a better body? I'm assuming that would be on his top 10 list - considering in 2000+ years, he hasn't really done much more than put his image on water towers and potato chips. Allegedly.

When you come to think of it, the son of g-d is kind of a slacker.

When it comes to the gym I try not to be a Jesus slacker. Ironically enough - I have been religious in going. Four days a week, every week since joining. When you add it up, I've been 34 days in the last 59. Not that I've been counting.

Depending on whom I listen to, results should start showing any day now. Hmphf! We'll see.

I'm trying to keep my expectations low as to not get discouraged - but I think we've been all over this before with an earlier post. I am not making this a work-out diary. Just now and again I have to write about it to humiliate motivate myself to keep going.

I keep saying this is not about losing weight and I'm trying to believe it. I only weigh myself once every week and so far it's been about a pound per week that have been shed. Honestly, I'm ok with that. Slow and steady - and all that crud. I guess if I wanted to really do a weight loss program, I'd change my eating habits a bit more. And I like cookies and booze (not at the same time........usually).

No, my goal was/is to tone and tighten things up. I think it's working. Like I said, I keep expectations low, but sometimes in the mirror I think.....is that........muscle? And we all know that weighs more than fat, so it's no wonder I'm not shedding the pounds - right? RIGHT?

I wish I could say I love the gym, but I don't. I like it. Some days more than others. I've always been one who could never find their center, or hit their zone. Years of running in cross-country and I hated every single minute of it. I'm so amazed and in awe of Morty and his umpteen marathons and triathlons.

Some of the stretching I do is now the best part of the work-out, but I don't think I'm a candidate for yoga. At least yet. I'm not that bendy. And there is that centering thing that they kind of focus on.

My mind would more than likely wonder to what I looked like to the person behind me and what things were on my work 'to-do' list (are you listening Jesus???). I guess it is another goal to work on.

I always questioned how Denton and Todd could hit the gym for two hours daily. Now I can't figure out how to get out of there in under 90 minutes during the fastest routine.

Next gym post - when I get to it: Best Songs to Work Out To.



Song by: Maria McKee

I Only Wanted Sex

It is not that I don't care about my blog public when I do a video post. It's that I care too much. I could rattle off some crappy bunny/christ post today and probably get away with it, but I'd be going through the motions.

This way you know I'm going through the motions.

Disclaimer I: I've never seen any of the Fast & Furious movies. Nor do I plan to - even if Vin Diesel is somewhat hot. Yes, I admit it. I don't love him for his thespian skills. To paraphrase Aretha Franklin, I just want to go for an extended throw-down with him.

Disclaimer II: I can't tell you the last time I saw a full episode of SNL. I still don't. And since the Tina Fey/Sarah Palin thing is over, I don't even bother to tape and fast forward through it.

So thanks to Hulu and the likes for being able to watch clips you hear are funny. This one is funny in a way. I think they could have kicked it up a notch or two, but you gotta love Seth Rogen. Or I do. I actually think I might have to.

And yes, the two disclaimers come together in this clip.




Song by: Jann Arden

The World is Full of Crashing Bores

My friends told me this is what happens when I drink. And it would be good advice - if I had been drinking. Not even a sip I had, let alone drunk.

Clearly, just distracted after I got home from work two days ago.

The Culprit

The Result

You can see the cabinet is kind of hard to miss. Not only that, it goes on for another eight feet beyond what you see in the picture.

It was not dark out. Natural light still streamed in the windows. And I was not drunk. Or drinking.

Yet I ran full-on into the cabinet corner. I have no excuse. What you see in The Result picture is my upper thigh. And this image is two days after the event. It was not only much worse initially - but looks worse in real life than the photo suggests. And it felt like an immediate scar.

You know how when you have surgery (what? I can't be the only one with multiple surgeries here - can I?) and a scar will harden and raise above the skin line? That is what this did - in a matter of minutes. Of course, let us not discount the rigidness just came from my multiple work-outs per week and all I was feeling was solid muscle.

Stop laughing. It could happen!

Oh well, at least I'll look manly at the gym.


Song by: Morrissey