Hey, Mrs. Donna Jean. You look rustic.
“I’m gonna take that as a compliment, sugar.”
Totally was. You look so pretty that your daddy would have to find you a husband from back East.
“Okay?”
You look like you could run the farm on your own.
“Okay.”
It’s like the Wells Fargo wagon is-a coming round the tracks, and you’re in it, and you’re smokin’ hot.
“Stop talking, sugar.”
Yes, ma’am.
I think you’ve probably given her more attention than any other media outlet I’ve ever seen…by far…and she deserves it. Why the fuck so marginalized?
First of all: how dare you call me a media outlet. I take offense, sir. Pistols at dawn, or around 10:00: whenever we get up.
Second: complicated, like everything else. Sexist? yeah. But she also sang out of tune a bunch. But so did the rest of them, plus they played out of tune, too.
Plus, mrs. Donna Jean was never her own strongest advocate. I always got the feeling she was an essentially shy person who didn’t particularly love being onstage.
By 10 I’ll be to whipped to duel effectively. The kids will see to that. Let’s agree to a few shotguns now and continue to dig into that 11/25/79…I’m liking it.
I think your second point about Donna is a solid reason. I guess she walked away when the split occurred and that was it. But damn, I’d like some resolution.
It’s John Mayers fault, he’s a misogynist
I like you, BartonMall
Trying several of these as pickup lines. Will report back…