My PIM pal Julie sent me a mix CD of standards from the old clubbing days. I have been listening to it non-stop.
I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is for your administrative assistant to walk into your office while “Harley David” is playing.
If you never heard of this song, let’s just say the main lyric goes a little like this: “Harley David, son of a bitch. Did I tell you I like young girls? Big, big tits!”