On today’s walk I was reminded of that old Steve Miller Band song. Not sure why. Well, there was this:
I’m the gangster of love, doncha know…
On today’s walk I was reminded of that old Steve Miller Band song. Not sure why. Well, there was this:
I’m the gangster of love, doncha know…
Is this the song with that indecipherable phrase “the pompatus of love” in it? Ah—I see that it is.
Weird synchronicity: my lunchtime crossword puzzle’s theme was “Joker,” and one of the answers was “Steve Miller Band.”
I look at the above photo and suddenly want to eat a peach, if you know what I mean. (My lady friend tells me that the Japanese equivalent is “eating a mango.” It’s dripping with juice either way, I suppose.)
Hahaha! You sound as randy as I do, Kevin. Glad we are on the same page.
BTW, my high school girlfriend called it “eating pumpkin pie”. Not sure why. I have yet to meet a Korean gal who’d let me eat her pie, her peach or her mango. American gals love to be devoured. Oh well.