Aw, Green Day. I loved Green Day. I loved 1,039 smoothed out slappy hours, and I loved Billie Joe, effed up teeth and all. Most of my family can attest to how much I yearned for Billie Joe.
I kind of think that when I first really started developing a crush on my husband that it was because he was the closest thing to a punk rocker in Colstrip, MT as I could get. Not like mohawk punk rocker, but he didn't fit the molds of jock or stoner or nerd. He had the element of just not giving a f*&%, or a "dissidence", if you will. I can't believe it's been over 10 years since I finally suckered him into dating me.
Enjoy a fabulous weekend!
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