G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[the_hyde_inside]

When you're sitting at the City Bus Station and you're all sweaty and grimey from staying out the night before and you're surrounded by ghetto fools, ignoramai and physically deformed people you'd think that that Fergie song about glamour and the fast lane and flying first class would be so contradictory to your present situation that it'd be the last thing continuously playing in yuor head.

But goddamn, is that shit catchy!

As a matter of fact I think I might want it sung at my funeral.