i saw the rolling stones play paint it black last night

... and i almost cried.

i mean it, i teared up. i didn't think it was that big of a deal until it happened.
i can't believe they still rock the fucking hizouse at eighty-eight years old and shit.

i saw keith richards

and i don't care if he is a hundred and two and can't sing worth a shit
(even though they let him sing happy)
i would still fuck him.

he could just lay there.

i wouldn't care.

i don't care that the rolling stones aren't
black

(that is what they're saying, isn't it...
it's hard to tell
and with
tony
ostensibly missing from the blogosphere,
i don't know how to interpret the msm.)

who cares... the stones rocked the bells
here in baltimore
and if they suck at the superbowl
pbbbbt
they sure didn't suck in my
chocolate city.