We ain't sellin' AC/DC-at-Wal-Mart numbers, but it's been sellin' steady. Jackie don't like Wal-Mart. It's too big for him. He gets confused by all the aisles and smiley faces. He likes to hang out in front and talk to the greeters, but if he wanders past the snack bar nobody'll hear from him for a few months. He winds up sleepin' on display beds like Natalie Portman in that movie where she's pregnant and sleeps on display beds. What's it called? "Display Beds"?
Keep spreadin' the word on the CD, and though we ain't got no super secret features up here yet, will you settle for our undyin' appreciation?
Well, I ain't gonna lie to you. Things could be better. If Dunlap wasn't stealin' beer out of the cooler all the damn time, I might just break even. But in other ways, the economy's helpin'. I sell a lot of things poor people need. Saltines. Vienna sausages. RC Cola.
-Jackie
"Noodles" ain't on MySpace, but it's on our player here, and I believe it's set up to add to your profile and what not. Send your friends over this way for a listen. We 'preciate it.
-Dunlap