from the desk of mr chrisattack

This song is about the time my uncle drank too much and tried to have sex with my sister.  No, really.  I’m not about to turn around but someone is playing an acoustic cover of the, “Thong Song.”  Wasn’t it bad enough when record executives paid off radio stations to play this song ten years ago?

I refuse to acknowledge who Sisqo Jr. is, it would make walking past him on the street painfully awkward.  His next song was a true story about the first time I fell off my bike.  Never mind that his guitar is out of tune and he doesn’t take time to adjust it between songs.  My friends want to leave and I don’t blame them.

We couldn’t leave during the next song, not during the one about realizing that Snuffalufagus is real.  The whisky has been going down smooth all night.  A lot of older thirty-somethings take to their feet and clap loudly.  Take a bow and exit stage left.