It's been a weird Phair-centric day. One, I heard that terrifying cotton-candy single on the radio on my way back from lunch (GREATEST HITS OF THE 80s, 90s, TODAY, AND EVERY DAY YOU FORGET YOUR IPOD, STUPIDHEAD), stuck in "OMG-It's-Drizzling-Panic!-Traffic" that plagues the Beltway on rainy weekdays, noonish.
Two, this news.
Three, 112% pure fun accurate.
She's your latest punching bag, sure. But didn't we all want it that way? So it seems.
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I’ve got an uptight, button collared friend with a huge crush on the Lady Phair. As his only non-Clear Channel friend he tries to get me to back him up whenever we talk about girls. I don’t. Or I pretend to not know who she is.
And that's exactly what I'm talking about.
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