It turns out everyone does have a price.
My price to let go of my childhood hate of Duran Duran is 5 grand.
Well played, Japanese data recovery company with a fat advertising budget.
Duran Duran. Gawd.
In H.S. I dated a rather sturdy cheerleader [pyramid foundation type] with a big chest for awhile. She was a Duran Duran fanatic - so of course so was I.
It was tolerable until they were scheduled to come to town on tour. When push came to shove I couldn't go through with it and get tix. That was the end of that. She ended up marrying some other dude in our class right after graduation. I do believe I did the right thing.
I mean really.............
