Video killed the radio star

I found this on The Blogess:This was so funny, that I added her to my blogroll IMMEDIATELY

Warning, this is Not Safe for Work or Children unless you have headphones, for the simple fact that she says “blowjob” about 60 times.

Enjoy

1983: The year starts off not so great. On Superbowl Sunday, my other grandfather, my father’s father dies. I don’t recall much from my mother’s father’s death 7 months before, but by know I know what “dead” means. To this day I can remember getting the phone call. I didn’t go to this funeral either, but I do remember that there were cupcakes with cherries on top at the farm. Shortly before my sixth birthday, my cousin Chris was born. I remember being EXTREMELY disappointed that he wasn’t a girl. I would grow to think of him as a little brother. The Highlander and I think so much of him that he’s Ducky’s godfather. As for the rest of the year, I think this was the year my father brought home a 5 foot tall Papa Smurf AND a 6 foot tall E.T. whose neck soon drooped. Our landlady, who lived in the basement, must have had 30 stray cats in the yard, so much so that I couldn’t even play back there. There were 2 ladies who lived upstairs who used to play songs from The Wizard of Oz on the piano for me. Also, at some point in the winter, there was a huge blizzard, so my mom and I made snow angels IN THE STREET.