leave your inhibitions at the door
Really? This blog had its 2nd birthday a month ago and I totally spaced on it? If this were one of my kids, I’m pretty certain that my lungs would’ve been ripped out and crammed up my rear. But, mercifully, Boom Boom rarely reads my posts.
I’ve had a blast doing this for the past two years, and I’m really grateful for you all coming by and reading my posts. Whether you’re a regular reader (I think I’m up to seven!) or if you’re one of the hundreds that came across this blog because you Googled “Huey Lewis Penis Size” – I ‘m still thankful you’re my internet friend.
To show my gratitude, I’m going to re-post my very first Guilty Pleasures post… I know, I know, you can thank me later.
*cover photo courtesy of apartmenttherapy.com*
You know what a guilty pleasure is, don’t you? It’s that song that you know you should hate but you crank the volume up the second it comes on. They are like opinions and wrinkled stars, everyone has one. I have many (guilty pleasures, not ringpieces).
A couple of days ago, Piehole A was singing this song and cackling hysterically at how bad it is. (I’m so very proud that my 10 year-old gets it.) I hope it sticks in your head as much as it did in ours.
Apparently, Rebecca’s a 14-yr old who’s mother paid $4000 for this song – writing, audio recording, and video. Sure, it went viral for the wrong reasons and was labeled the worst song ever. But it was covered in Glee, sold a shitload of downloads, and she’s in the new Katy Perry video. Who’s laughing now?