Passing by a co-workers office, I heard on the radio “Lost In Love” by Air Supply. That song is so sappy it makes me want to vomit, tango with the toilet, earl, toss my cookies, feed the fish, heave, dishonorable discharge, chuck, blow chow, cough up a lung, pray to the porcelain god, hurl, talking to ralph on the big white phone, driving the porcelain bus just to spew a few. How can people listen to a song on like that?



