Thanks, Glee, for ruining my favorite Beatles song by not only covering it, but dedicating it to your show’s worst character.
Oh. My. God. This is possibly the 3rd best day of my life.
a world full of successful people’s sons
on the Hollywood Riviera
at 3:11 P.M.
on a Tuesday afternoon…
this is what some of the armies died to save
this is what many of the ladies desire;
these stuffed fractions of beings
or stopping to chat while
still seated upon…