The B52’s

Oh my. What they mean to me…

The B52’s are..

Sprees. Zots. Those little UFO candies with sprinkles inside. So much like communion host. So much not like communion host.

Playing marbles. Playing marbles with boys who have tattooed faces. Marbles with 75 cent 40 oz’s of Cool Colt, the menthol beer.

Smoking Hash in a public bathroom.

Not knowing which dress to wear and wearing a slip instead.

New Doc Martens, Chuck Taylors and Vans all rolled into one.

Dancing on the hood of a car, the coffee table, and down the street.

Skipping class to watch reruns of Perfect Stangers. Oh, that Balky…

I am not sure of a life without the B52’s but I am sure it would involve khaki Docker pants and lots of math. Ewww….

Oh Hell, if aren’t in love with them yet, you will be.. oh yes, you will be…muahahahaha!