My Daughter Is Clueless, Too
My daughter has been dancing along with You're Clueless, and requests "Dada's song" in the car. Now she is even singing along with it, and doing a commentary: "I have no wings, dada!" (a reference to the line, "You can't fly, you ain't got wings"). She has yet to call me or her mother clueless yet, which is good.
It reminds me of a Denis Leary routine where he goes into the office at his son's school, and the teacher says the boy has been singing songs with bad words in it, and she writes down the word "asshole" and asks him if he knows the song. "Know it? Lady, I wrote it!"
It reminds me of a Denis Leary routine where he goes into the office at his son's school, and the teacher says the boy has been singing songs with bad words in it, and she writes down the word "asshole" and asks him if he knows the song. "Know it? Lady, I wrote it!"
"It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt."
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