by Rick » Thu May 15, 2008 8:50 pm
I have a good friend that just split up with his wife and started dating another lady. She's all about country, and has gotten my friends musical head all fucked up. He's been after me to listen to 'this cd by Rascall Flatts' and 'that cd by Kenny Chesney', so, as a good friend, I did it. I put the records on my ipod and really tried to give it a fair and honest chance. That space those records took up on my ipod was soon made available, as I cannot for the life of me figure out how anyone can listen to that shit, knowing there are stores full of razor blades that can take you out of that misery.
I like to sit out on the front porch, where the birds can see me, eating a plate of scrambled eggs, just so they know what I'm capable of.