Crowback Thursday: Eegah
Summer can really go one of two ways: either you're hanging out in the desert with your corrective shoes, taking pictures and minding your own business only to get attacked by a giant caveman who looks like Howard Hughes, or you're sitting by the pool playing electric guitar dangerously close to the water, singing the praises of a pretty young lady named Vickie and writing hit records to boot.
We've all experienced both variations, so here's hoping your summer has more closely resembled the second scenario. Unless you find being clubbed by giants relaxing, in which case we'd say: knock yourself out. Or, let yourself get knocked out. By the caveman. With a giant club. In the desert. Whatever floats your boat.