Of course Sunny by Bobby Hebb can’t be considered for the title of the Official Cover Song of the Twenty-Teens unless it has truly universal appeal. Unlike some people, Sippican Cottage does not discriminate against Polyester-Americans. I have a dream: I think people should be able to walk down any street in this great land while wearing a Qiana shirt without being subjected to giggling or cutting remarks. Polyester-Americans are people, too.
For too long, Polyester-Americans have lived in the shadows, their cries for respect drowned out by Boney M extended dance mixes, their faces illuminated only occasionally by an errant ray from a disco ball. They were forced to drink out of their own champagne fountains, and transact all their commerce in the rest rooms. It’s time we allowed Polyester-Americans the right to proudly tread the sunny uplands of society in their stack heels and unstructured white dinner jackets!
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"The Disco Version of Sunny Is Almost Like Music. Almost". I almost lost it with that one. Funniest thing I've read in a week.
Does the M stand for Maroney, because I recall a Boney Maroney, and it might have been when polyester was all the rage, rather that when the rage was all against polyester.
You're just doing this to piss me off. Admit it.
Or, as I like to paraphrase, "Not tired of Sunny, tired of life."
A wise man would put all packages delivered to you in the bathtub.
I do everything just to piss you off. Why single this out?
That made me laugh.
Bathtub? Bathtub? When I was growing up we were so poor we couldn't afford a bathtub. Uncle Letsgo let us use one of his chicken tanks.
Whoops, drifting again. Durn chemo. Ah, OK, got it: why no mention of bell bottoms? My dad told me I could learn a lot about a man by looking at his pants cuffs.