Way to go, Davy. No, seriously! Singing on the road last week, feeling poorly this morning, then dead at hospital before the day's out. Way...To...Go!
Everyone oughta go down like that. But you greedy basterds would wanna know when, too!
I've seen you guys "choose" on questionnaires. "I'll take the car, the stereo, the woman, the money, the boat, and the woman's sister's neighbor, please. (Most of you DO remember to say please, no matter how piggy, I'll give you that.) "Were "gems" a choice?"
See, you ruin it for everybody.
