Sister ChristianAt Unproductivity, I take pride in uncovering the real dirt behind the things we've all taken for granted. These are epic battles on a grand philosophical scale, but I traverse their coarse, wicked terrain with ease to humbly defeat my foes with a simple flick of my logic. This time, however, I must request the assistance of you, dear Reader. We've faced this nimble adversary, the many-headed Ranger of the Night, once before in May 2002, wherin we were posed the question of whether we could, indeed, still rock in America. We could, and we do - quite adeptly, I say.Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.
But you're motoring
You're motoring
Now we are faced with a far greater struggle: to determine your very state of being. The Night Ranger arrives on mighty steeds composed of guitar string, powered by sound waves, and nourished by Rock. Your fate hangs in the balance - the Ranger demands an answer: Are you motorin'?
(I believe that unproductivity may just be motorin'.)
Article comments
1 - BRICKLAYER
But she's motoooorrrraaaayyyynn, Yeaaaahhhhhhhhh, motorrrrrrrayyyynnn.
2 - BRICKLYAYER
Yo TJ,
I'm motorin' all night in the AMC Concorde, rocking the new Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, delivering pies, looking for beer tips, and maybe a little sumthin sumthin that is the holy grail of all humble, steadfast and true transporters of this great nation's favorite round, hot and delicious food product of Italian origin-the lonely MILF answering the door in her nightie, asking you in!
3 - Eric Olsen
so dude, were you known as "Pizzalayer" then?