When I was little I had a babysitter who was capital oh obsessed with Rick Springfield. She’d come over with her vinyl all carefully wrapped in a special case. She’d tell us how she was going to marry “her Rick”. And have his babies. Blah blah yucky yucky blah. I, the 6-year-old voice of reason [...]
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