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.
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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