Resting on My Laurels

I don't know what that expression means, but I'm doing it. Re-read the Karl Malone thing, if you want.

(I would have had a poppy new love song for you, but I'm having a hard time coming up with an appropriate bass part. Also, I am a really bad singer. Ah, what the hell? Here. Enjoy it. It's probably as finished as it's ever gonna be. If you like it, there's plenty more in the pipeline, none of them quite as disco-y as this one. If you don't like it, I hope Santa fills your stocking with cancer.)

Hmm. I feel an obligation to say something funny here... Oh well.