Comments on: One Of My Favorite Songs: Warren Zevon’s Mr. Bad Example. http://www.youdopia.com/2010/01/04/one-of-my-favorite-songs-warren-zevons-mr-bad-example/ Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page, Memes, Humor, Random Wisdom Thu, 09 Feb 2012 08:07:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: admin http://www.youdopia.com/2010/01/04/one-of-my-favorite-songs-warren-zevons-mr-bad-example/comment-page-1/#comment-729 admin Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:43:17 +0000 http://www.youdopia.com/?p=759#comment-729 I miss the decadence and limitless potential of youth. I miss the decadence and limitless potential of my twenties. I miss the decadence limited potential of my thirties. I miss decadence now, but I love making more money than I've ever made, and taking care of my family. I would love to go on a bender with you like the old days, without our table treasure though... too old and fat for that one. I would love... ah yes.. My last true debauch was my 31st birthday. Literally outdid Hunter Thompson. I miss the decadence and limitless potential of youth. I miss the decadence and limitless potential of my twenties. I miss the decadence limited potential of my thirties. I miss decadence now, but I love making more money than I’ve ever made, and taking care of my family.

I would love to go on a bender with you like the old days, without our table treasure though… too old and fat for that one. I would love… ah yes..

My last true debauch was my 31st birthday. Literally outdid Hunter Thompson.

]]> By: TelevisionSux http://www.youdopia.com/2010/01/04/one-of-my-favorite-songs-warren-zevons-mr-bad-example/comment-page-1/#comment-728 TelevisionSux Tue, 05 Jan 2010 08:25:13 +0000 http://www.youdopia.com/?p=759#comment-728 This song is the adult version of all the decedent ideas we talked about as teenagers. I can still feel the heat from your fathers wood stove. I can still taste the drugs in my primal inner cord. One song can bring you to the past? All I see is the dining room table, that table, where we set out our treasures. That couch and chair were we talked endlessly, and that fucking TV that fed us bullshit. I don't understand it. But I like it. This song is the adult version of all the decedent ideas we talked about as teenagers. I can still feel the heat from your fathers wood stove. I can still taste the drugs in my primal inner cord. One song can bring you to the past? All I see is the dining room table, that table, where we set out our treasures. That couch and chair were we talked endlessly, and that fucking TV that fed us bullshit. I don’t understand it. But I like it.

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