Okay, sure, there are a LOT of important and deadly things going on in the world. If the two of you who read this would like to get my take on them, may I recommend you visit Nobody Asked Me But..., it's a more serious appraisal of the world and can be found where you can get fine literature. Or this.
I prefer Penwasser Place remain solely a place of whimsy and silly.
And adultery.
I heard a song on the radio today, If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don't Want to Be Right. It's a catchy little tune, released in 1972 by Luther Ingram. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), it topped the R& B charts for four weeks and rose to #3 on Billboard's Top 100.
Throughout the entire ditty is a man whining about following his love, no matter how icky it is. "Knowing I got a wife and two little children depending on me, too." What a scumbag.
Newsflash for Luther: It is wrong and you definitely aren't right.
NOTE: Did a little research. Apparently Lither won't be receiving any newsflashes. He's dead. My bad.
Also, in 1972, is Me and Mrs. Jones, another screed by a douchebag who's having an affair with a married woman (the "Mrs." in "Mrs. Jones" gave it away, I'd wager). This little cheating nugget rose to #1 on Billboard's Top 100 for three weeks!
"We meet every day at the same cafe...while the jukebox plays our favorite song."
Probably If Loving You Is Wrong.
I know you're probably thinking, "What an old boomer prude. What's a little extramarital diddling between friends?" Look, I'm no morals scold, but these sociopaths wrote and performed proudly how much of a philandering turd they were.
I am old, though.
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| "NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!!" |
But, nothing makes me change a radio station faster than Rupert Holmes' Poster Song of Adultery, Escape, which is more commonly known as the Pina Colada Song.
To use Peter Griffin's saying, this thing really grinds my gears.
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| "And you didn't even mention how my chin looks like a set of balls." |
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| "BALLS!!!" Also dead. RIP |
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