Blasted, God-forsaken horn. My knee hit the horn, which somehow managed to set off my damn alarm clock and I woke up terribly horribly disappointed to find my arms wrapped around my pillow. Grrrr
. It was nice while it lasted. But I woke up very very tired.
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MK: We're never gonna have the Super Bowl of Scott Stapp vs. Myles Kennedy in a sing-off - it's ridiculous.
SP: Actually, we are setting that up.
MT: It was in your contract when you signed up with us.
