Worst/Best

Oh hey. I didn't see you there! How are you? That's cool...what's that? My last Old School Friday has got you wanting more of that New Jack Swing (hate me) and you want to hear the worst/best song of the era, one that's been embedded deep in the very core of your being by so many high school dances? Sure!

click here for an old friend.

"It's like a long, sharp sword" did nothing to dissuade whatever nascent feelings of apprehension I had about losing my virginity as a teen.

Completely unrelatedly, I spotted this book at B&N today: "Snoop was born a three-pound cross-eyed crack baby in East Baltimore." It's like the saying goes — art imitates life, it just offers a scarier version involving a nail gun.