When I was a kid in the '80s I liked Cyndi Lauper well enough, but she wasn't my favorite or anything. Why am I singing Cyndi Lauper today, then? Because I'm really starting to run out of songs from my karaoke microphone to sing for you and will soon be forced to buy a new song chip. However, I always did like this song because it's about masturbation. I think that's all I really need to say about that. Here is She Bop.
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January
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- Podcast #4
- I don't get it.
- Furry-Palmed Karaoke
- See what happens when you bad-mouth people?
- Ladies and gentlemen, we have a name.
- Next podcast episode
- Two months. How can I wait two months?
- Karaoke, Balboa style.
- I've been beat.
- First podcast.
- One down, one to go.
- Nothing like advance warning.
- What to write about, what to write about?
- Random Interjection
- Karaoke Down Under
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- In fact, I'm apparently the world's biggest wuss.
- I'm not the ass-kicker I thought I was
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