WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!!! I'm about to say something that hurts...I'm getting old.
Now I'm not talking about the "oh God, my body aches and I'm constipated" old, I'm talking about (I can't believe the words are on my lips....) kids these days. Sigh. Okay, in the interest of full disclosure, I am hip. I watch The Hills, The City, Gossip Girl, MTV, Flipping Out, Flipping In, Top Chef, Bottom Chef...anyway I watch them all. I also enjoy a vast assortment of music genres, but recently I heard a line in a song that would have Paul Anka turning over in his grave.
What? He's alive...really? Okay well if Paul Anka were dead, he would be turning over in his grave. I AM NOT A PRUDE...just keep repeating that and stay with me. So the catchy little tune is playing on the radio and I'm driving down the road jammin with the best of them (we do stay call it jammin, right?) and the rap portion starts..."blah,blah,blah.....she got an ass that would swallow up a g-string........SCREEEEEECH! First of all Paul, what happened to the innocence of putting your head on my shoulder. Paul, I ask you, were you not able to think of a word that rhymed with ass, or string? Is that why you didn't write such nonsense? Secondly, let's not even consider the outcome of something being swallowed by an ass. Do I want to see that? ah, no. Let's not even talk about the "hotel, motel, Holiday Inn." Okay, everyone sit down because you know it's coming and I will apologize beforehand..."That's what's wrong with kids today." (Dad, when did you get here?)
That's all, I gotta go do a shot. A shot of Milk of Magnesia that is.
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