And again, Emcee, I had a lovely time. Nice to have met you.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
He didn't come out the stage door, the bitch. Nor did he go in while I was stalking it.
Oh well. I still love him to death.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
Sadly, he barely received any cheers. I cheered for him from my right-side-third-row-seat.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
I need to see him in Cincinatti. Good thing Cincinatti is fairly close to Pittsburgh!
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
Rather than wait for him to come out, it's probably better to go early and catch him when he goes in. Although we didn't see him go in this time, and we were waiting until twenty minutes before showtime... Almost thought he wouldn't be in.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm