Update: The Old Ugly American took time out of his Swedish vacation to come here to rage in his senectitude about this. I wonder how many dollars of his vacation time it's taking for him to do that. What an idiot.
Update 2: The wack-job is still ranting at me from Stockholm for going on three hours. Geesh, he should have stayed home, he could have done that from the comfort of his own play pen for free. I never friggin' heard of (wait, I've got to scroll up, I can't remember the band name) Gerry Devine and his White Sox or whatever they're called. I never said anything about their song because I never heard of them before. I don't know, is Gerry Devine like Divine's little brother or something? All I can think of is a 300lb female impersonator. Which is unfortunate because now I've got the theme song for Female Trouble going through my mind. The curse of a good musical memory. Sometimes.
Update 3: He's still railing at me from Sweden, I'd love to know the per minute cost in vacation dollars he's spending on insisting that I'm lying about not knowing about some pop-group I've never heard of before.
Dopey, when you get home BG should get you to a geriatric psychiatrist to get you checked out for dementia. Or maybe you need your meds adjusted.
Update 4: So far I'm counting six ranting e-mails from c. 60 degrees North and across the ocean and a couple of seas going on and on about an obscure pop-music act which I've never heard of before. I think I'll have them bronzed. Baby boots to geezer pouts.
The last one contains his ultimate insult, that I'm "a hick". Well, this hick knows one thing, if I were in Stockholm I wouldn't be spending time in front of a screen screeching at Baby Blue and here blowing smoke. Though I'd rather be out in the country than in a city.