This season is now the physical equivalent of running thru a briar patch, then soak your butt in a hot tub full of boiling pickle juice and donkey sweat, having to smoke a dry, cheap cigar, while forced to watch a 96 hour marathon of "Sister, Sister" and "227"... setting you up to just cry your eyes out as you then watch that replay of the SoCar game.
Then as if a miracle - small glimmer of sunlight comes in - as you let the smooth, tantalizing vocals of this man take you back home again...
Then as if a miracle - small glimmer of sunlight comes in - as you let the smooth, tantalizing vocals of this man take you back home again...
