Right now there is a fucking awful Kidz Bop 14 commercial on TV.
There are 13 previous Kidz Bop discs.
People purchase them.
Oh my god.
Speaking of the G.O.D. the gods of tail feather were mega raped on Tuesday.
Jeylan and I seem to be on the same page in terms of what makes for a satisfactory evening out on the town these days.
Tequila works like a charm matter of fact, a charm that jingles with the sound of bootycall texting, uncontrolled voice volume, swearing, and crooked walk.
I like how super drunk girls have so much trouble walking but dancing??
Got that on lock.
As long as there is slightly obscure 80s music on and an empty space, its smooooth sailin.
This is completely self indulgent, posting photos of girl twirl and modelface but I will never ever pretend that I am above these things.
It is a right of passage, it is the only decade in our lives (20s ahem) where hot retarded trampy nights out are not pedo bait, nor are they lame Sex and the City - esque grow-up-you-old-hag type shit either.
They are ALMOST excusable.
Smiths. Were played.
4 times an hour.
And that is the appropriate flail.
White people hands up
MegaBeth heard the call. Even more familiar to the white dancer is the air guitar call (observe guy on right)
No stop really.
i got nothin.
except bench dancing. because that happens when you just stop giving a fuck about CouthLevel.
Turkish people are sort of white so they hear the hands up call, just not as blaringly loud.
Turks aren't white you honky!
this is pudding. The proof?
MegaBeth and Jeylan french kissed my soul.
The couch I'm laying on smells a little bit like feet.
Or maybe its just this blog.
Smelling through the airwaves.