Listening to the Kiss box set (don’t ask), they sound surprisingly mellow.
To quote my pal Homer: “I used to rock and roll all night, and party ev-uh-ree day. Then it was every other day. Now I’m lucky if I can find half an hour a week in which to get funky.”
Thank God for that hyphen in the title. Sooooooo important.
Also, the ‘r’.
For sure, Sir. You go kissing daddy’s tough old rooster and you’re either going to get pecked—he’s a real pecker—or you’re going to get a mouthful of something nasty that tastes like the barnyard.