My turn to rant... warning, foul language 'cause I'm in that kind of mood...
Holy shit. I walked into the house this evening to the most God-awful music bouncing out of my living room. Surrounded by a chorus of "oh, oh, oh" and "yeah-ee-yeah-ee-yeah" and "I wanna kiss you" I find my daughters- and my wife!- watching a group of 5 pansy-assed, makeup-covered, barely-pubescent, teenage boys prancing around my TV acting like they have a fucking clue about "you girl." This scene's in a prison- oh, yeah you'd last 3 minutes as eye-candy before becoming someone's ass-clown- oh wait, now they're pretending to drive down the highway while- wait for it- climbing over each other and- I am not kidding- this one "guy", sporting a "thank you God I can grow a five-o'clock shadow" is wearing his aviator shades while his LEG is AROUND another guy's NECK. It was bad enough when it was Lady Gaga and Katie whatever-her-name-is, but a boy band??? Damn and double-damn. And when did we replace lyrics with "oh, oh, oh"???
It must be ok though. I think they're a bunch of damn Brits and God knows they can't do no wrong.
Holy shit, I am screwed. I need my man-cave and I need it now....
[Bang]
For the record, I have saturated my girls in some damn good music over the years- the oldest is just now 10 and she's been able to pick a Pink Floyd song out of a lineup for years... but it appears my wife is somehow undermining me.
Damn.
