I don't have time right now to wax poetic over the riches that Burt Sugarman's Midnight Special has generally brought to my eyes and ears, but I will. Oh, I will.
I will say this: I think I got more chops when I've karaoked this shiz than Rupert.
But maybe he just needed to untuck that jacket from his pants.
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Oh. God. No. But with enough booze anything is entertaining. I don't doubt you've got this one wrapped. Jacket in pants, sheesh!
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