His dog ate the set list.....
"I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD."
Wait, let's not use those now. He'll need those if he cancels Chicago.
Poor guy.
I love you.
I'm so self-obsessed i can't drag myself from the site dediccated to me called Morrisey solo. Look if they can call gambling a debiltating medical condition then surely being addicted to oneself is an illness too? I'm still stil ill!
I love you too. Maybe we're soulmates? Let's ask CG.
Do you hate Illinois Nazis, too?
Of course.