3B Musical Interlude
I imagine Kathleen, doped out on maternal happy hormones, waving baby B pics at a glowering anti-mommy blog UC. I wish there were a verse in the song about Tom Petty sitting on a mountain of cash money while playing this song to haters for hating on him for selling the sample to “Free Falling” for the song describing said hate. Advantage: Tom Petty RE: Getting irony soaked cash.
I imagine fish playing this song to AG hating for not sharing his fishstick. Advantage: fish.
I imagine Snag playing this song for the boys at inappropriate times when they try to get at his cash. Nothing could be more annoying and embarrassing (for them). Perhaps if Snag decided to wear some bling for affect or a delightfully unfortunate doo-rag. Advantage: Snag.
Notes from the Cloverhill Big Texas Honey Bun radio scene: I don’t think I’ve ever heard Def Leppard back to back with Erasure before. This is a lie. Likely a high school dance.
Also: In the Beach Boys:Def Leppard analogy, Good Vibrations:Armageddon It. Sad, but true.
Also, I kind of imagined Capt. Trollypants trying to hit on Blue Girl at some internet airport bar by playing this song on the jukebox. A song so resistant to its inherent cheese factor that Bruce can dance like Molly Ringwald in the video and I still love everything about it. The Captain might not recognize anything so subtle, but advantage: accidentally Captain T.
I made it fifteen seconds before I was bested by the awesome terribleness.
Advantage: Kathleen.
as soon as I saw “Chamillionaire” I knew it was going to be awesome
I hate myself for loving it.
I wanted to let everyone know that I don’t get affected by the hate, I get affected by the bank.
Mendacious D: Good Morning, H8ers!
Class: Good Morning, Teacher!
Man Courtney Cox was a cutie when she had some body fat. Boo skeletor!
Hate? No. Like? No. Commits the mistake of being too dominated by the sample. That iconoclastic guitar strum is so out in front I can’t focus on what else is going on.
However, I love the name Chamillionaire. In fact, it’s inspired me: if I ever go on welfare, I’m changing my name to Brandole.
Sounds vaguely Spanish, Brando.
That really is astonishingly terrible. Is it better or worse than Puff Daddy stealing a creepy Police song about stalking to trade on the death of his friend? Some say maybe.
The triple being Puffy and Kashmir. Like I said reflection on the rims, so they can see they expressions.
Bonus feature: Inspirational saying by noted Jew non-lover Henry Ford.
Don’t haet da playah, haet teh game.
Unless you get to be Magister Ludi.
I actually kind of liked the first minute of this song. The rest bored me more than anything else. But then I guess I’m the only person here who actually *likes* Auto-tunery and wishes they would do it more.