So now if I listen to the radio I have to either listen to that, Drake and his big, fat face talking about having sex with my girlfriend, or Rihanna singing about the way sex smells. That's the only thing they play anymore.
p.s. Newsflash cupcake, sex smells like b'dussy. Butt, dick, and pussy all at the same time. Quit singing about it.
Oh my good god. I just turned on 101.9 and they were playing motherfucking Alanis Morrissette "Ironic." Like I said before, God fucking dammit. That might be the dumbest song written in the last twenty years. A traffic jam when you're already late is not ironic, it's bad luck. Rain on your wedding day is actually good luck. And having a bunch of spoons when all you need is a knife means that you're an unresourceful Canadian asshole. In fact the only thing ironic about that whole song is that it's called "Ironic" and literally nothing she mentions in it pertains to irony. Goddamit.
Oh christ John Mellencamp just came on.
p.s. How big of a zero does Ryan Reynolds have to be for marrying that chick? Forgot about that. He's officially out of my celebrity crew. That's a blog for another day though.