I think I might have posted this here recently, but as apparently this month was the worst economic month of record since at least the late 50s, it probably bears repeated listening…
God, I hate July
I scream into the sky
For what it’s worth
on the face of this earth
I refuse To be denied…
“Five years later, that iconic rip of those leather pants, and the ensuing flippity flop of Lenny Kravitz’s prized hog, is the stuff that replays in our collective memories, bringing joy and laughter at moments we need it most. All anyone has to say is “Remember that time Lenny Kravitz’s leather pants ripped on stage and his penis fell out?” and we’re back in better, happier times.” -Vice