For those of you looking for refuge from the football madness that dominates this frosty Sunday, I offer you video solace.
And next, this is possibly my new theme song. It is so crude as to make me wince, but on the other hand I love her socks and her pigtails and the nun and the black guy and the effervescent way the gal sings “fuck you in the mouth.” Not everyone can do that. I know. I’ve had voice lessons.
The mp3 will be on repeat on my morning commute. I’ll be the girl next to you on the El smiling serenely and tapping her foot.