Oh come on. No reason to actively hate on my boy, Kim Mitchell. So many good drunken tunes. I am a wild party (ra ra olay). In fact, I'm going to crack open a soda right now in his honour. And you know what? Nobody is gonna get hurt, and nobody is gonna die. Or maybe I'll argue the difference between lager and ale while dreaming of Rocklandwonderland, cause he's just doin his rock N roll duty.
So, in conclusion, screw you haters.
(and yes, I did just drop his greatest hits into the computer. And I feel no shame)
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