GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MEIN EARS!
So.
I happened to be downstairs watching tv with my sister Lauren and at first everything was fine. We watched that Princess Protection Program movie which for a post 90s DCOM wasn't bad at all. I'd even go so far to say that I liked. Oh yes, things were indeed going well.
And then she decided to turn on BET.
And watch the BET Awards.
And Souljah Boy was on singing(?) that new song he has out. The one that where I can't pick out any of the lyrics other than "Get my swag ooooooooon". His voice reminds me of the warm summers that I spent in Virginia on my Grandma Edith's farm. In particular he reminds me of the goats, Vincent and Stephanie, as that is EXACTLY what he sounds like, a goat.
As Lauren turned the song up, as apparently this is her "jam" I found myself compelled to eat. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Soulja Boy drives me to eat. The fact that this kid is a 5 hit wonder makes me simulataneously die inside and weep for the music industry, but really what can I do other than what I have been doing which is just not listen to mainstream radio.
Well, that and hope that the benevolent powers that be pick up on my prayers and that when the Zombie Apocolypse hits and the dead walk the Earth that the reanimated corpses of Jam-Master Jay and Michael Jackson feed on Souljah Boy's brains first.
I happened to be downstairs watching tv with my sister Lauren and at first everything was fine. We watched that Princess Protection Program movie which for a post 90s DCOM wasn't bad at all. I'd even go so far to say that I liked. Oh yes, things were indeed going well.
And then she decided to turn on BET.
And watch the BET Awards.
And Souljah Boy was on singing(?) that new song he has out. The one that where I can't pick out any of the lyrics other than "Get my swag ooooooooon". His voice reminds me of the warm summers that I spent in Virginia on my Grandma Edith's farm. In particular he reminds me of the goats, Vincent and Stephanie, as that is EXACTLY what he sounds like, a goat.
As Lauren turned the song up, as apparently this is her "jam" I found myself compelled to eat. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Soulja Boy drives me to eat. The fact that this kid is a 5 hit wonder makes me simulataneously die inside and weep for the music industry, but really what can I do other than what I have been doing which is just not listen to mainstream radio.
Well, that and hope that the benevolent powers that be pick up on my prayers and that when the Zombie Apocolypse hits and the dead walk the Earth that the reanimated corpses of Jam-Master Jay and Michael Jackson feed on Souljah Boy's brains first.